Dammit, he was coming to hate himself more and more.

“Sienna–”

She shook her head. “I have to go. I have work to do.” She stood up and walked out, leaving him alone in his assigned office, reeling.

Chapter Seven

Sienna sat on her sofa, legs crossed, sipping a decaffeinated iced tea, the book What to Expect When You’re Expecting open on her coffee table, on her laptop, articles on cancer patients carrying babies to term on her browser. She had an appointment with an ob-gyn next week, one who specialized in high-risk pregnancies. Just in case.

And she tried to focus on the tiny nugget inside her belly and not the state of her life since Ian had found out and taken a swing at Ethan. Because Olivia had called and told her that Ethan was gone. He’d taken a late flight out of Miami, back to New York. Upset didn’t begin to describe how she felt, but she had no choice but to accept his decision to leave.

And blame Ian.

Which was why she jumped up from her sitting position, pulled on a summer dress and flip-flops, and headed in her car to see Ian at his home with his wife and kids. Sienna loved Ian and Riley’s kids. Rainey was an adorable four-year-old with brown wavy hair like her mother and a handful, which, as far as Sienna was concerned, served Ian right. Of course he smothered and doted on his daughter, who had no problem telling her daddy what she wanted. Jack was almost a year old and the spitting image of his father. Another male Dare to dominate the world, Sienna thought wryly.

And since she loved Ian’s wife and knew Riley would take her side when it came to Ian’s interference in Sienna’s life, she had no problem tackling the problem in his home. After all, this was Sienna’s personal life she was dealing with.

She drove the twenty minutes outside of Miami to the house Ian had bought after moving out of his downtown condo in the Ritz and pulled up to her brother’s close to eight p.m. She’d expected the kids would be asleep, although she was both surprised and thrilled to find them awake.

No sooner had Riley let her into the house than Rainey, in her nightgown and wild hair, came bursting into the room. “Aunt Sienna! Let’s play dolls!”

Riley, looking tired, glanced at her daughter and sighed. “She napped after four p.m. Needless to say, sleep is not on the agenda.”

“Go get your American Girl,” Sienna said of Rainey’s favorite toy, and the little girl disappeared, running for her room.

Riley ushered her inside. “I don’t know why you’re here but you’re a godsend. I need help.”

Sienna laughed. “I came to yell at my brother, but hanging out with my niece is always a treat.”

“I’m back!” Rainey yelled her words. She grasped Sienna’s hand and pulled her into the family room, placing the doll in Sienna’s lap. The doll was intended to look just like Rainey and it did, from the nightgown to her currently unbrushed hair.