“Nick! How’s married life?” Sam was excited to see his younger brother’s name on the caller-ID. He pushed away from his desk and stretched, then turned to glance out his window at the Dubai skyline.
“I’m great, Sam. Adele and I have decided to remain on our honeymoon forever.”
“That’s fine. I’ll just continue to run your businesses without you here. That or turn your accounts over to Liam and he can destroy your future.”
“Don’t you dare.” Nick laughed. “We’ll be home eventually. What’s everyone up to?”
“Well, let’s see, mom is very pregnant. Dad’s busy getting his affairs in order so he can take time off when little Joseph arrives.”
“They’ve named him? That’s so sweet.” Nick sounded nostalgic. “What about Mirium? Do they know if they’re having a girl or a boy? How is she feeling?”
“Not good. She had some preterm contractions and wound up on bedrest,” Sam told him. “Lyle’s still working but mostly from home. They’re having a boy and are naming him Ishmael, but everyone mostly just refers to him as Baby Ishy.”
“Ah, that’s so adorable. I can’t wait to have kids.”
“Adele pregnant yet?” Sam asked. “You’ve been married well over a month now, right?”
“Not for lack of trying.” Nick laughed and called out, “Hey!” It was obvious Adele had smacked him on the arm or stomach or something.
“You need to have your wife talk to her sister,” Sam said, an idea forming in his thoughts. “Leanne’s not speaking to me right now.”
“What did you do?” How quickly Nick deduced that the reason Leanne was upset was because Sam had done something wrong.
“I was just excited that her family was moving to Dubai along with our family, but she said she doesn’t want to move because she’s still in college and I said she didn’t need to go to college because if she marries me, she’ll be rich and won’t have to work and she got all offended and kicked me out of her hotel suite.” Sam took a deep breath after saying all that in one sentence.
“Wait, slow down. Back up. Our families are moving to Dubai… permanently?”
“Well, until Father gets this yacht building bug out of his system and drags us somewhere else on whatever superyacht you design for him.”
“Wh-what?” Nicholas stammered.
“Oh, I forgot. You hadn’t heard. Dad bought Calwell Industries and wants you to design him a couple of superyachts, you know those really big yachts that only billionaires can afford.”
“I know what a superyacht is,” Nick said with exasperation. “I don’t know how to design one!”
“Well, time to do some research, I guess. You can’t have sex twenty-four-seven, right?”
“You’d be surprised.”
“At this rate I’ll never find out since Leanne won’t return my calls. While you’re researching yacht building, have your wife call my girlfriend, will you?”
“I’ll get right on that,” Nick grumbled.
“Where are you guys, anyway?” Sam asked.
“Hey, you’re pretty close to where Prince Marcos and Lyla are honeymooning in Puerto Aventuras. Get this, they found a resort called the Barcelo Maya Palace. Guess he wants his new bride to feel like a princess before he takes her home to meet the king and queen. They probably don’t want to come back from their honeymoon either.”
“Wait, when did Marcos get married? He didn’t even have a girlfriend.”
“He met her the night of your wedding. Married her a few weeks later.”
“Why didn’t he call me?” Nick asked. “I’m his best friend.”
“You’ve been a little busy the past few weeks. He probably didn’t want to… uh… disturb you.” Sam cleared his throat playfully.
“No excuse. I’m going to call him and give him a hard time.”
“You do that. And get your wife to call her sister.”
“Dude, you’ve said that three times now.” Nick chuckled.
“Good, maybe my request will register as being important. I’m a good salesman.”
“You are a good salesman,” Nick said. “Now, go get back to work because you’re doing my job too, right?”
“Oh, come on,” Sam teased his brother. “Liam is sober for a few hours a day. He can handle your accounts.”
“Quid pro quo, my brother,” Nick said. “You take care of my accounts while I’m on my honeymoon; I’ll have my wife talk her sister into being your girlfriend again.”
“Deal.” Sam breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly wanting to get back to work. “Say hello to Adele for me. Love you.”
“Love you too,” Nick said.
Sam hung up with his brother and immediately dialed the number for Nick’s newest acquisition. “Mr. Netanel, this is Sam Cohen, Nicholas’ brother. Did you hear he got married? He wanted me to check and see if there’s anything you need from us while he’s on his honeymoon. Oh, good. I’m glad things are going well. Can you meet for lunch next week?”