The silk of her black balaclava clung to Shania’s sweat-damp forehead like a second skin as she eased the heavy study door shut behind her with barely a click. Moonlight sliced through the half-drawn wooden blinds, casting long silver bars across the polished mahogany desk and the open wall safe she had just cracked with trembling but practiced fingers. Her gloved hands still buzzed with adrenaline from the final twist of the combination dial when the overhead lights suddenly exploded on, flooding the room in harsh golden brightness.
Shania froze.
Two men stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the wide doorway, blocking any hope of escape.
They were identical.
And devastatingly, unfairly hot.
Both were easily six-foot-four, carved from smooth sun-bronzed muscle that spoke of disciplined hours
