The hotel sheets were cool and expensive against Vixen's skin, the kind of high thread count that only came with photo shoot budgets. Marco's arm was draped across her waist, his breathing still heavy from their recent activities. He'd been good - better than she'd expected, honestly. Photographers usually tried too hard, but Marco had known exactly what he was doing.

  Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.

  She reached for it zily, her body still humming with satisfaction. The screen lit up: **Fox**.

  Her twin.

  "I need to take this," she murmured, pressing the answer button. "Hey."

  "Vix." Her brother's voice sounded exhausted. Defeated. Not like him at all. "I need your help."

  She sat up slightly, suddenly more alert. Marco's hand slid down to rest on her hip, but he stayed quiet, sensing the shift in her mood.

  "What's going on?" she asked.

  There was a long pause. Then: "There's this guy I've been chasing for two weeks. Can't catch him. He's... he's good at running."

  Vixen waited. Her brother didn't ask for help often.

  "I need you," Fox said quietly.

  She was silent for a moment, then smiled. "Okay."

  "Yeah?"

  "Yeah. I'll be there in a couple days."

  "Thank you, Vix. Really."

  "That's what family's for." She hung up and set the phone back on the nightstand.

  Marco was watching her with curious eyes. "Everything okay?"

  "Yeah." Vixen turned back to him, letting herself settle against his chest again. "Just my brother. Needs help with something."

  "Work stuff?"

  "Something like that." She shifted, swinging her leg over to straddle him. "But that's a couple days from now."

  Marco grinned, his hands moving to grip her waist.

  Vixen leaned down and kissed him, already putting her brother's problem out of her mind.

  She'd handle it when the time came.