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of the program and she gave me a figure. I think it’s low, though.”
    Dylan and Michael stared at him in surprise.
    “Low?” Michael echoed. “Does that mean you think we should kick in more?”
    Justin nodded. “Yeah, and maybe we can find a ladies’ club or something to sponsor the program. It needs some visibility.”
    Dylan shook his head. “I never thought I’d see the day when you’d suggest we give more. I never thought I’d hear the word more come out of your mouth in association with giving away your money.”
    Justin shrugged. Giving away another thirty thousand bucks was the least of his worries at the moment. “Things change.”
    Dylan frowned. “What’s happening with the market lately?”
    “It’s up and down like it always is. Why?”
    “Are you still doing okay with it?”
    Better than okay, actually, Justin thought. “Most days,” he said. “Why? Do you need a tip?”
    “No, you just seem different.”
    Justin accepted the beer Michael offered him. “I am different. It’s not enough for me to make moneyand hoard it. It never felt right to spend it for the sake of spending.”
    “Like me,” Dylan said, his eyes glinting with dark challenge. For all his fun and games, Justin knew Dylan had a deeper side.
    “Let’s just say you haven’t had the same hang-ups about spending that I’ve had,” Justin said wryly and took a long swallow of beer.
    “I’ve had more time to spend my inheritance. Up to now, my position on the board of my dear departed father’s company has been nonexistent. That’s about to change, though,” Dylan said, his voice holding a thread of steel.
    “What brought this on? The trip to Belize?” Michael asked. “Without Alisa?”
    “Belize was great,” Dylan said. “No paved roads, not much to do except dive and pet nurse sharks. The breeze blows all the crap from your head. Alisa may be the one that got away, but the seat on the board is mine and it’s time I took ownership.”
    “Watch out, Remington Pharmaceuticals,” Michael said, lifting his bottle in salute. “If you guys would get married and have a kid, your lives would be a helluva lot better. Speaking of which, I’ve got new baby pictures of Michelle.”
    Justin and Dylan groaned. “Just because things worked out with you and Kate doesn’t mean the rest of us should get married.” Dylan elbowed Justin.“Right? Justin my man is the poster boy for a forever bachelor. Right?”
    Justin paused, hearing M words ring in his ears like a discordant bell. Miracle. Marriage. There was a reason both came to mind at the same time. As far as Justin could see, a successful marriage took a miracle.
    Dylan elbowed him again. “Right?”
    “Right,” Justin muttered and took another long swallow of beer. He felt Michael’s curious gaze on him and had no interest in answering any more questions. “The after-school research is done, so it’s your turn with the medical research,” he said to Dylan.
    “No problem,” Dylan said. “Any other business?”
    “None from me except Kate wanted me to invite you two for a cookout this weekend.”
    “Will Alisa be there?” Dylan asked.
    “I don’t know,” Michael said with a shrug. “I thought you said that was over.”
    “It is,” Dylan said in a cold voice.
    “Think you can make it?” Michael asked Justin.
    “I’ll let you know. You never know when a family emergency can crop up.”
    Michael screwed up his face in confusion. “But you don’t have any family.”
    “Exactly,” Justin said, thinking of Amy and her brood. If he ended up with a family, it would definitely be an emergency. “I’ve got some charts I need to check. Later,” he said and left the bar knowing his two friends were shaking their heads over him.
     
    James Bond didn’t do the trick tonight. After Justin studied a few stock charts, he tried a DVD, but his mind kept wandering to Amy. He told himself he would write a check for the after-school program and get the best