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head, “Nothing,” she replied.
    The boys both started babbling upon hearing their mother’s voice and she walked over and picked them up, one at a time, nuzzling their little faces and murmuring to them softly while Chance looked on.
    “I didn’t feed them yet, I wasn’t sure…,” Chance broke off, not wanting to start the morning off by embarrassing her.
    “Oh, I…uhm…well, I usually feed them when they wake up. They don’t normally wake up at the same time.”
    Rachel looked perplexed for a moment and then decision rolled across her features, “Bottles it is boys.”
    Chance gave her a questioning glance to which she replied, “I’ll just nurse them later this morning. It’ll be fine. Won’t it boys?” she queried the babies, heading towards the kitchen to ready bottles.
    Seeing the rising rolls on the counter, she raised an eyebrow at Chance, “You bake?”
    Chance nodded, “Yeah. I like good food and had the advantage of having some great chefs for instructors while I was growing up.”
    “How’s that?” Rachel inquired, making the bottles and not really paying much attention.
    “Seth and I had a privileged upbringing. Boarding schools, country clubs – that sort of thing. But my parents were adamant that we learn to take care of ourselves. That included cooking. They would hire world-renown chefs to come out and teach us during breaks and such. I can cook, but I’d much rather bake.”
    “And your brother?” she asked, curious to learn more about this mysterious man.
    “He loves to cook. Italian mostly, but he can make a mean pot roast as well.” Chance chuckled at her dubious look, “Ask your sister next time you see her. I’m almost positive that Seth cooked for her last night.”
    “I’ll do that.”
    A comfortable silence ensued while he finished heating up the bottles.
    “About yesterday, neither you nor your sister’s names are going to be associated with what happened. Shawn, my boss, came up with a cover story that everyone seems to be buying into. I need you to promise to just forget what happened yesterday. Seth is instructing your sister to do the same thing.”
    “Have you heard from my sister?” Rachel asked, handing him a bottle for Tony.
    “Not yet. I need to call over there, but wanted to let everyone sleep as much as possible first.” Chance pulled out his cell phone and dialed Seth’s home number while he fed the baby the bottle.
    “Hey, bro. Everything okay?” Seth asked.
    “Yeah. How are things over there?”
    “Well….,” Seth let his answer drag out, he had woken up with the knowledge that Chelsea slept in the other room and he had decided that was unacceptable. He wanted her in his arms the next time he awoke. “Things are moving pretty fast. Did you hear about Shawn’s mastery yet?”
    “Yeah. Remind me to call him first if I ever need a really good cover story.”
    Seth laughed, “Hey, so I’m going to run Chelsea home here in a bit to change clothes and such. She also wants to run by the hospital and check on Faith.”
    “She really got attached to that baby, didn’t she?” Chance asked, looking down at the sleeping infant in his arms. His attention turned to see Rachel walking from the room with a sleeping David in her arms. He watched the sway of her hips beneath the scant boy shorts that molded to her curves and struggled to keep up with the conversation at the same time.
    “…but she’s worried about Rachel and the twins…”
    “Why is she worried about the twins? What’s wrong with them?” Chance asked, only having heard part of what Seth had been saying.
    “Bro, try to focus on my voice. There’s nothing wrong with the twins. Chelsea and I discussed moving our relationship along quickly and she’s worried about how Rachel’s going to manage with the twins if, her term not mine, she moves out.”
    “Why would she be moving out?” Chance asked, once again lost in the conversation.
    Seth sighed through the phone, “What are