The day would bring rain and something else—he had to know why she stirred him so, why every beat of his heart told him to make love to her.
He smiled as he noted Mikhail, already dressed in a black suit and cruising the wide luxurious hallways like some dark Knight sweeping through his castle. It was time to call in a brotherly favour.
Moments later, Mikhail sat at his desk and tapped an expensive pen on a yellow paper pad. The spacious wood-paneled office seemed to hum with Mikhail's energy, every piece of furniture chosen from the Stepnov designs. The brothers were equally tall at six feet three inches and powerfully built; but Mikhail's dark brown hair was nearly clipped in contrast to Jarek's shoulder length waves, a perfect demonstration of how different the brothers were—but where the Stepnov passions ran almost savagely proud, and in balance with that joyful and compassionate, there were alike, understanding each other, linked by blood.
