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Connor was straddling the sink, which was sunken into the granite countertop, singing “How much is that doggie in the window?” into a banana, with Alex dancing like Urkel on the counter next to him. The man was gyrating his hips to the beat that the twins and Edgar pounded on the table while barking. Suddenly everyone went quiet and they slowly turned to the door. There was one last bark from one of the twins in the sudden silence.
    “Everyone, this is my professor, Fiona Brooks, she’ll probably curve my grade up now that she knows insanity runs in my family,” Tess said trying to be mad at them but failing.
    Connor launched the banana at Ryan, who caught it seemingly without even looking, and jumped gracefully off the sink and turning to help his clone down.
    Ryan hugged Tess and said, “Never apologize for your family, lass. You only need to apologize for your friends.” He kissed her cheek and managed to get a smile out of her.
    “Thanks Ryan, now I feel better,” she said as she wiped the cranberry he just transferred to her, off her face with his shirt. He grinned.
    “Dr. Brooks, I’m Genna, Tess’s mom. I’m so glad to meet you,” Genna said taking her hand with a large smile. Fiona noticed she was pregnant. Tess never said a word. “We were just entertaining the children…” Genna swept the room with her hand.
    “Please call me Fiona. Tess has told me absolutely nothing about you all,” she said.
    “Now you know why,” said Xav in a stage whisper everyone heard.
    “This is my husband, Connor Damon, our son Alex, and our dear friends Christie and Ryan O’Brian. This is my sister Piper Fleming, and her beau Edgar Beasley,” Genna said and Fiona shook everyone’s hand. Fiona thought she had never heard anyone use the term “beau” without sarcasm, but Genna pulled it off making it sound natural.
    “These are wee Connor and wee Tate,” Christie said pointing at the twins who were getting very sleepy and barking and giggling quietly at each other. “Ryan and I will take them up for a bath. I should have brought a change of clothes for you, too,” Christie smiled at her husband. Fiona recognized Christie as one of the other people in the car she hit. She looked a lot like her brother, small boned and beautiful. Her husband was slim and feline, with very dark hair, like one of his two boys, the other favored his mother. The blond boy, wee Tate, had brown eyes and the darker one, wee Connor, had blue, but the shape of the eyes were just like Ryan’s. They were both covered in cranberry and completely adorable.
    “Take a shirt from our room, Christie,” Connor said with a wink. Christie and Ryan went up the back staircase with the sticky boys, one of whom started saying, “Mama, Mama, Mama,” with each step, prompting the other to mimic him all the way up, and Genna looked back at Fiona.
    “They’re ridiculous, but we love them,” Genna said. Fiona laughed. It was a very amusing scene to walk in on; Tess was right, they clearly were a fun crowd.
    “The boys are adorable,” Fiona said with a big smile.
    “Can I get you a drink, Fiona?” Connor asked.
    “I’d love one,” she said.
    “Wine, beer?” Connor asked.
    “White wine would be great, thanks,” Fiona said.
    “Fiona is the woman who hit us earlier,” Tate said from right behind her. She jumped a little at his proximity.
    “Are you okay? Sit down, oops, not there, cranberry. Sit here,” Genna said finding a sponge and cleaning up after the boys.
    “I’m fine,” she held up her fingers and looked again to make sure.
    “How many fingers are you holding up?” Tate asked and she laughed.
    “All of them,” she responded.
    “Gold star. You play an instrument, don’t you, love?” Tate asked. She nodded, and jumped again when he lifted her hands to look more closely at them. He examined them, made a tsk-tsk at the scrape, felt for calluses on her fingertips and looked over her hands into her eyes. “Piano,” he said