Mia wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, balancing two heavy grocery bags on one hip while her four-year-old son, Leo, tugged at her other hand. The keys jingled uselessly as she tried to fit the right one into the lock of her new apartment door. The place was nothing fancy—just a small two-bedroom in a run-down complex on the edge of town—but it was cheap, and that was all that mattered right now. After the divorce, every dollar counted. She finally got the door open and pushed inside, Leo chattering about his toy trucks the whole time.
She had barely set the bags down when she heard the low rumble of laughter from outside. Mia glanced through the half-open blinds. There they were again—the two guys from next door. Ryan and Tyler. Brothers, from what she’d overhea
