Vanna Bardot's tiny hands can't resist the allure of pilfering, but she didn't count on Mike Mancini's keen eyes. Cornered, Vanna's breath hitches as Mike leans in, his voice low and commanding. "You're not going to scream, are you, little thief?" he asks, his eyes locked onto hers. Vanna swallows hard, her body betraying her as Mike's hand trails down her arm, igniting a fire within her that's got nothing to do with the stolen goods in her bag.