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"She was seeing someone else. She didn't need a heads-up."

Levi shrugs. "That doesn't mean she wasn't still betting on you."

I don't answer. Because the truth is, Sienna always understood exactly what I was offering—no messy details, no meeting the family, no Christmas vacations in Aspen. Just two people married to their careers, looking to pass the time with someone every once in a while. At least, that's what I thought we were doing.

I leave before my brothers can say anything else.

By the time I reach my office, Jeremy is already there with breakfast and a tablet.

He glances up as I drop my bag. "Morning, sir."

"What's first?"

He hands me the tablet. "Emergency board meeting at eight. Hawkeyes legal at nine. Call with Vancouver's GM at ten. Planning session with PR at eleven." He hesitates—the particular hesitation that means Everly is involved. "And Miss Kauffman moved your tux fitting to this afternoon."

I close my eyes briefly. "She thinks she has to handle my own tux fitting?"

He doesn’t stop to process the question. This is my sister so of course she took over the planning of everything.

"She also asked me to remind you that wedding vendors begin initial coordination tomorrow."

I may have only met Everly and my brothers five years ago, but you'd think she's been my pain-in-the-ass little sister all my life, calibrating new ways to get a rise out of me like it's an Olympic sport she's training for.

"I'm aware."

He shifts his weight slightly. "There's one more thing."

"That phrase has never once improved my day."

He slides his tablet under one arm. "Ms. Brighton is here."

I look up.

"Sienna?"

He nods. His expression is carefully neutral—Jeremy neutral, which is its own art form. The man could announce a building fire with the same composure he uses to deliver my coffee.

I don't have time for this. Which means, naturally, it's happening anyway. We still work together—the acquisitions that her firm finds for me are essential to my operations. She moved on first. She has no reason to find fault with me getting engaged to Aria.

Except she will.

"Send her in."

Jeremy opens the door and vanishes before the room can become collateral damage.

Sienna steps in wearing a gray suit sharp enough to classify as a weapon. Her ponytail is sleek. Her expression is composed. Her eyes are not.

She shuts the door behind her.

"So it’s true… you’re getting married?" she asks.

No greeting. No smile.

"Yes."

"That's all?"

I lean back in my chair. "What would you like? A press packet?"