THE BILLIONAIRE WHO WAS TOLD HE COULD NEVER BE A FATHER—UNTIL TWO LITTLE BOYS RAN INTO HIS OFFICE SCREAMING “DADDY!”

Before Alex could breathe, before he could stop them, before he could decide whether this was a miracle or a disaster, both boys wrapped their arms around his legs with the desperate certainty of children who had crossed a whole world to find someone.

“We found you,” one of them said into his suit pants.

“Mama said you’d be tall,” the other breathed, looking up. “She said you’d look serious but you wouldn’t be mean.”

Alex’s hands hovered uselessly over their heads. He had negotiated billion-dollar mergers without blinking. But two little boys calling him Daddy in front of half his company left him unable to form a sentence.

He lowered himself slowly to one knee.

“What are your names?” he asked.

The boy with the envelope answered first. “I’m Lucas.”

The other lifted his chin. “I’m Noah.”

“We’re twins,” Lucas added. “Mama said we came as a surprise.”

Noah nodded gravely. “A really big surprise.”