His bare, tanned chest glistened in the klieg lights as they beat down on Harvest, and the muscles bulged inside his black leather pants. Not to be outdone, Myan stepped to the mic and belted out the wailing bridge of their hit song, Gonna Get What I Want. Dressed similarly to his brother, he drew even more screams as he gyrated into the mic stand. The Ruslan brothers were H.O.T. Hot! She’d said it before and she was blessed to think it every day as she spent time at their side and in their arms. If anyone thought anything of her being with two men, they didn’t say a word, and it never occurred to her to worry about it. If people knew the thing that had initially concerned her, they wouldn’t have questioned her being with two men either. It was small in comparison. And it was their secret. She pressed her hand to her belly as she watched them perform. She had another secret, too. Kaz and Myan were ecstatic. Her sister had given birth to twins last month. Hanna had been shocked to learn that both Costin and Petre has impregnated her—though impregnated seemed rather clinical for the fun they’d had.
