Alexander and Adrian Calloway were men of discipline, logic, and control. One was a lawyer, the other a doctor—both masters of their craft, both used to making calculated decisions. Their lives were structured, their standards impossibly high. Women came easy, and relationships even easier to discard.

Then she happened.

She wasn’t their type. Not by a long shot.

An architecture student with ink-smudged hands and a mind that could create masterpieces, she was brilliant in ways that fascinated them both. But she was also a mess—losing track of time, misplacing things, forgetting details that others would never let slip. It should have annoyed them. It should have made her insignificant.

Instead, they couldn’t look away.

Alexander saw her through the cold lens of logic, but even he couldn’t argue against the way she lingered in his mind, the way her absentminded smiles undid him. Adrian, trained to fix what was broken, fought the instinct to be the one to hold her together.

Neither of them had ever wanted someone like her before.

And that made her dangerous.

Because Calloway men didn’t share.

But with Her?

They might not have a choice.