Chapter 90

“Triplets?” Tom said.

“Yeah,” Henry said. “Marco inherited an Italian title and needed to produce an heir, so we found a surrogate mother for him. She had to use fertility drugs and the result was triplets—three boys.”

“A title?” Noah said.

“Yeah,” William said, “Conte disomething or other—I can’t remember the name.”

“What do these guys look like?” Tom said.

“They’re both rather short,” Henry said, “five six or something like that, and they’re both somewhat trim and compact.”

“Except Dani has much broader shoulders,” William said. “And you forgot to add that they both have the slightly olive complexions, which some people refer to as Mediterranean.”

30

“IT SURE IS GOOD to be home,” Tom said as they carried their bags into the house.

“No kidding!” Noah said. “I’ve really missed our nice comfortable bed.”

“Me too. Now let’s get this stuff upstairs and unpacked, so I can carry a bag of dirty clothes down to the laundry room before I check the mail.”