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𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐓 the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed as Vic tried—and failed spectacularly—to lift a pair of dumbbells that were very obviously not five pounds. She had paused midway through sipping her iced tea just to watch the disaster unfold like it was her favorite TV show.

Vic let out a dramatic groan that echoed through the living room.

Colby rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Don't you want to know what's wrong?!"

Aveline didn't even look surprised. She pointed lazily at the weights. "Let me guess," she said, taking another sip. "You were trying to lift your five-pound dumbbells again?"

"They are not five pounds!" Vic snapped, offended.

Jake wandered in from the kitchen. "Give it up, Dad. The summer body's not happening."

Eva lifted her eyebrows at Vic. "It's November."

Vic placed a shaky hand on his lower back like he'd been through battle. "I was moving my barrels of Nuclonium," he said dramatically, "and I tweaked my back, so I need you two"—he pointed between Colby and Jake—"to finish the job."

Aveline raised an eyebrow. "Why is it you only seem to be injured when you need them to do something for you?"

Eva shrugged. "To be fair, he also seems to be injured whenever I need him to do something for me."

"I do not fake injuries to make my life easier!" Vic protested. "Okay... sometimes. But not now!" He let out a wail that was so overly exaggerated even Aveline snorted.

Colby gave Aveline a side-glance. "He literally practiced that groan in the mirror once."

"I believe it," she said, smirking.

Jake folded his arms. "Uh-oh. I know those fake groans. What does he need you to move now?"

"Barrels of Nuclonium."

Aveline nearly spit out her iced tea. "You have Nuclonium in the house?!"

Eva stared at Vic. "Okay, I don't even know what that is, but anything with 'Nuke' and 'Onium' can't be good."

"Yeah, that's why I'm trying to move it outside," Vic explained with another dramatic groan, "and dump it in your backyard."

Aveline blinked. "Excuse me?"

"But you'll be okay," Vic continued, "as long as you don't drink it, touch it, breathe near it, or get anywhere close to it."

Aveline turned slowly toward Colby. "Your family is a lawsuit waiting to happen."

Colby shrugged. "Yeah, but an entertaining one."

Before Aveline could reply, the front door opened and Amy walked in with Hartley, both covered in specks of glitter, paint, and—somehow—glue.

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