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your family. All I need to do now is to tell him about the baby.”
     
    “And I just have to face your brothers.”
     
                  “They aren’t half as bad as Daddy.  You’ll be okay,” she said, turning to kiss him.
     
                  A commotion in the living room caused them to pull apart.  The door to the kitchen swung open and a man about Jonas’s age entered the room. Jonas imagined that this was what William Harper had looked like thirty years ago.
     
                  “You must be Jonas.”
     
                  Jonas nodded.  The man was tall, taller than he was at any rate, with broad shoulders and dark hair.  His grey eyes leveled at him and Jonas felt like he was under the microscope once again.
     
                  “Marcus, Joanie’s brother,” he said, offering his hand.             
     
                  Jonas shook his hand and turned his head to look at Paige.  “Joanie?”
     
                  Paige gave them both a look, her nose scrunched up in distaste.  Of all the nicknames she had gathered over the years, that was the one she hated the most.  Yet, both her brothers used it.
     
                  “Buzz off, Marcus.  I hate that name and you know it,” she growled, turning back to making dinner.
     
                  “Come on little sis.  You know I love you,” he said, popping her on the butt with his hand.
     
                  “Did you bring the entire crew with you?” Paige asked, stirring the spaghetti sauce.
     
                  “Of course I did.  I hope there’s enough food.  Ryan was bringing the girls too.”
     
                  “I cooked, Marcus.  Of course, there’s enough food. There’s enough here to feed a small army.”
     
                  “You got yourself a catch there, Jonas.  No one cooks like my little sister.  Not even my wife,” he said patting his flat stomach.
     
                  “Don’t let Maria hear you say that,” Paige warned, seeing the object of their discussion in the doorway.
     
                  Jonas caught the look she had in her eyes and averted his gaze enough to see a woman of Hispanic descent in the doorway. She was short, curvy and very beautiful. Her dark hair flowed softly over her shoulders, her brown eyes sparkled with mischief and she smiled slyly, knowing that Paige was aware of her presence. This was obviously Maria and Paige was letting her brother hang himself.  Jonas nearly let the cat out of the bag by snickering.  Biting his lip, he kept silent long enough to let Marcus continue.
     
                  “No, seriously, Joanie.  You are a much better cook than Maria is.  All she makes is that Spanish food.  I get such heartburn sometimes…it’s all too spicy for me.  I love coming home and having the meals you make.”
     
    “Oh…is that right?” Maria said from the doorway, her hands on her hips.  “Just remember that Marcus, the next time you come home bellowing ‘what’s for dinner, woman!’ and see just what you get!  Dios mio!  Hijo de puta!”
     
                  “Damn it, Maria!  You know I didn’t mean anything!  I was just placating my sister!  Come back here!” Marcus called, chasing after his wife.
     
                  Paige waited until they left the kitchen before she burst out laughing, laughing so hard, tears rolled down her face. “Oh that was priceless.”
                 
                  “That was cruel, Paige,” Jonas said trying to keep a straight face.
     
                  “He deserved it.  Besides, Maria knows he’s only kidding.  They have had this argument from the time they started dating.  I think they argue about it, just so they can have an excuse to make up.”