Page 22 of Love In Hiding

“We’re going to be fine. I’ve got a few clients I sent information to this week.”

“Me too.”

“And we’ve got a lot of work with West alone. London is traveling next week. I’m going over the information on Penelope Plush next week. With Laken out and Lily trying to cut back with being pregnant, and Abby not doing as much, some of Laken’s work is coming to me. They are having office issues there. Nelson and I will work on that.”

“You’ve got it easy,” London said. “You’ll be local.”

“But it’s a bigger issue and you know it. Stop complaining.”

She grinned like she always did when her sister got snarky with her.

“Sounds like nothing has changed with you two other than being close to a thousand miles away,” her mother said.

“You wouldn’t want us any different. Is Dad there?” she asked.

“He’s on a call in his office. He thought he’d be off by now. Do you need to talk to him?”

“He’s just going to lecture you, London,” Paris said. “But maybe you need it from another attorney.”

“You keep bringing this person up. What’s their name and what’s the issue?”

“His name is Spencer and London thinks he’s hot.”

Her jaw hit the floor. “You said he was handsome first.”

Her mother was laughing. “You made it sound like you didn’t like him, London.”

“He’s a treat on the eyes, but his personality is as dry as burnt toast.”

“You’ve got enough personality for everyone,” her mother said.

“London is annoyed because she’s going to get bored. Or that is her worry and Spencer won’t entertain her like I do.”

“Then you entertain him, London,” her mother said.

“No, thank you. He can sit in his room and watch TV by himself. I’ll be eating lobster rolls at the bar with a glass of wine.”

Her mother sighed. “I don’t like you traveling alone as it is, but then to be going to a bar alone. Don’t makemelecture you.”

“I’m just kidding, Mom.”

She really wasn’t, but she’d take the drink to her room. She wasn’t stupid and didn’t enjoy sitting in a bar alone. Least of all in a small place like that. Sometimes the locals were worse than being in a big city where you could blend in.

“You better be. I’ll have your father call when he hangs up.”

“No need,” she said. Because she didn’t want another lecture. The ones from her sister and mother were enough. “I’ll catch up with him later. Are you guys doing anything for the Fourth of July holiday?”

“We are going to fly to Atlanta and see Phoenix. It’s toohard for Crystal to travel between Elsie and Camden and being pregnant.”

“How is she feeling? I texted her last week,” Paris asked about her sister-in-law.

“She’s feeling great. It’s early still. She’s got six more months, but it’d be nice to stay with them. We are leaving first thing in the morning and will be back on Monday. What about you two?”

“Nothing,” she said. “I’ve got to leave Monday morning, first thing. It takes longer to drive from the airport in Maine to the village than it does to fly there from JFK.”

“Oh boy, she’s going to start whining soon,” her mother said. “I’m out of here. Good luck, Paris.”

“Thanks,” her sister said, her lips curled. “Remember, you birthed her. You owe me for putting up with her.”