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thing about the storm was that the rain had quenched the flames before the entire home was destroyed. The family room and study were destroyed and the rest of the home had smoke damage, but the other rooms were livable.
    “Who else are you waiting for, Father?” Matthew asked as he walked to the tall liquor cabinet.
    Before Robert could answer, Michael intervened. “Whomever it is better hurry.” He pulled out his timepiece and tapped the front. “They are keeping us from schedule.”
    Oliver walked over and swatted Michael on the back. “Take it easy, Runt. Not everything can be scheduled.”
    “Nor needs to be,” Owen replied.
    “Precisely,” Oliver said. “Like women.” His eyes brightened with mischief. “That is exactly what you need. You need a feisty woman to toss your schedules to the wind and thumb her nose at your obstinacies on keeping every issue organized and on track. Life is full of adventure! Enjoy spontaneity!”
    “I would enjoy punching you in the mouth,” Michael replied with annoyance.
    Oliver laughed. “You are a bigger killjoy than Eli. You both need to lighten up and enjoy life.”
    “I enjoy life,” Michael said. “But you two need to take life more seriously. It is not all fun and games.”
    “Yes, it is,” Oliver replied with galling optimism. Nothing made the two younger sets of twins happier than annoying their older brothers.
    “Exactly. You enjoy work, Michael,” Owen replied. He leaned over and whispered in Michael’s ear. “And whores.”
    “They do serve a grand purpose,” Michael replied, causing Owen to laugh.
    “So who is keeping Michael from his beloved schedule?” Oliver asked with a teasing grin. “Would hate to keep the Runt from being delayed and all. It would cause his precious world to crumble.”
    Michael shot Oliver a frustrated glance. Oliver’s smile widened.
    “They should be here shortly,” Robert answered. He carried Alexandra over to her mother and sat her down. He then walked over to join Matthew at the cabinet, as a feeling of excitement and dread entered him. His eyes took in his family. All was about to change.
     
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    Kristina looked nervously from the doorway at the room filled with the St. Johns. “Are you sure we were invited?” she asked her husband, Max.
    “Yes,” Max replied. He readjusted the position of his sleeping daughter in his arms. Sophia made a small moan as she snuggled her head back into her father’s neck.
    “Kris!” Madison yelled as she spotted her best friend and wrapped her arms around her. “What are you doing here?” She then drew her brows together. “Max let you sail when you are this far along?” she questioned, pulling back and looking down at Kristina’s swollen abdomen.
    “I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. If I didn’t allow her to come, she would have slipped aboard The Abyss ,” Max replied.
    Madison turned towards the tall, black-haired man beside Kris. She gave him a warm smile. “I’m so glad you did! We have much to discuss. But I ask again, why are you here?”
    “I don’t know,” Kris replied as she waddled over to the sofa.
    Madison looked at Max. “I don’t know either,” he said. “I just received a summons from your father stating he had a business issue to discuss.”
    “If it involves business, then where is Jonathan?” Madison asked.
    “Hand Sophia to me, Max,” Kristina said as she held her arms out.
    “I’ll be damned, Max, your daughter is still a Venus,” Nicholas replied as he patted his lifelong friend on the back. He gave a small smile as he noticed the wet mark on Max’s shirt. “And a drooler, too.”
    “Do you want your mouth socked?” Max asked as he looked at Nicholas.
    Nicholas laughed. “You know you can’t beat me. Besides,” Nicholas replied as he picked up Alexandra, “you wouldn’t hurt me in front of Alex, now would you?”
    “Alex, is it?” Max asked as he raised one of his black brows.
    “Has a nice ring to it,