Page 5 of Love In Hiding

“I’ll get everything to you within the hour,” Braylon said.

Which meant he was dismissed when Braylon stood. He did the same, nodded his head and went back to his office, ready to dive into what he could about London and Paris Westerly.

The minute the door shut,Braylon turned to West. “Do you think we should have told him who London and Paris were?”

“Not yet,” West said. “They don’t want anyone to know, no more than I’m positive Spencer doesn’t want it known that his resume landed on your desk on top of others after Foster talked to you.”

He sighed. “He hasn’t brought it up to me once, but he’s not stupid.”

“You wouldn’t bring it up either,” West said. “You wouldn’t have hired him regardless if you didn’t think it was a good fit.”

“I’ve got all the confidence in the world in him. And I think knowing this was coming with London and Paris, it made it a better fit. London can be... London.”

West snorted. “Yeah. So let’s see how much patience Spencer has in dealing with her. If he knew she was our cousin, he might tiptoe around her. I don’t want them to get any special treatment.”

“All I can say is this is going to be interesting. I think their firm is going to be a good thing for us in the long run. Everyone we talked to raved about them.”

“They did,” West said. “But they also said what we knewabout London. Her looks are deceiving. She’ll get the job done, but she pushes the boundaries more times than not. I don’t need too many feathers ruffled. It’s best to have Spencer by her side to start. They’ve both got something to prove.”

“With completely different personalities,” he said.

“As if we didn’t have a family full of that growing up.”

“But we had Mom knocking our heads together. Or yours when you got too bossy.”

West laughed. “Nelson and Rowan when they got too wild.”

“At least things are getting quieter on that end,” he said.

“One can hope. Now let’s see what the next few weeks bring.”

2

THEY HAD HER PEGGED

“No, wait. Maybe shove the desk over there,” London said, pointing like she was directing traffic in rush hour.

The two delivery guys lifted the ends of the heavy desk again. She watched, her lips pinched, her hand on her hip, her head tilted as she judged the placement.

“Here?” one of them asked, out of breath.

She squinted. “Actually…no. It was better where it was. Can you move it back?”

The men exchanged a look, equal parts exhausted and terrified she’d change her mind again. They set it back in the original spot and, without waiting for her approval, immediately retreated before she could open her mouth.

Probably smart. They’d been here thirty minutes already in her office alone bringing things in.

From the office across, she heard her twin sister’s voice. Softer. Warmer. That infuriating blend of charm and sweetness that made people bend over backward forher.

The two guys laughed at something Paris said, then politely asked, “Need anything else?”

Her jaw clenched. Of courseParisgot the politeness. The easy smiles. The extra help. Meanwhile, if she so much as breathed an instruction, she was suddenly the Wicked Witch of Wall Street.

Maybe shecouldhave been nicer. Fluttered her lashes. Let out a cute little giggle.

Ugh.Hard pass.

Because that was the assumption anytime she and Paris entered a room. Matching blondes, blue eyes, long legs, big chests. Just like a pair of walking stereotypes. A matched set of office Barbies.