Lance stared uncertainly at the house in front of him. Maybe he had driven to the wrong address. He knew Michael Lambert was a self-made billionaire, and he had assumed the Lamberts would be living in a palace or someplace even more grandiose. Yet this house, though still somewhat sizable, was rather anticlimactic to say the least. He herded the twins toward the front door, still trying to make sure they had reached the right destination.
He knocked a couple of times, preparing himself to apologize just in case they were at the wrong address. His fear was unfounded, though, when Michael answered the door and Megan smiled broadly when she came to stand next to her father.
Lance was about to greet them when the children squealed and joyfully jumped up and down, hugging one another as if th
