Page 13 of Love In Hiding

London shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s a lawyer. We were raised by one. I’m trying to get a feel for him.”

Paris laughed. “I can’t believe you’re comparing him to Dad. Though now that you say it, I think you might be right.”

She frowned. “Me, right? In your eyes I’m always wrong.”

“Hardly that. You know it. If you were, I wouldn’t use you as the hammer to get my way.”

She brushed her knuckles across her silk shirt. “That’s right. We tag team people. It’s our superpower and we are going to put it to work in our business.”

“We’re going to make it, London. Trust me on this.”

“I do,” she argued. “Why would you think otherwise?”

Even if she was lying through her teeth. And she knew her twin was aware of it.

Maybe she appeared the confident, cocky one, but deep down she had a massive fear of failure. Of letting everyone down.

Including her twin. She was the older one. The one who had to be protective.

Even Paris admitted London was the shield.

Out of nine kids, only Phoenix was older than her. It was hard to feel as if she had to step up to be the older sister for everyone.

The one they came to when they had questions or needed a fighter on their team.

“Because you’re the one who is so set on no one knowing West is our first cousin. You know it’s going to get out quickly.”

“Spencer doesn’t know.”

“Now I know you’re messed up in the head this morning,” Paris said. “He absolutely knows.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Braylon and West said they weren’t telling anyone.”

“Do you really think that Braylon would hire anyone who couldn’t figure out something as simple as this with a few keystrokes?”

Her shoulders dropped. “Shit. I didn’t even think of that.”

“Because you’re so worked up over failing. It’s not going to fail. We’ve got a long client list and a lot of work to do. That’s just what West is giving us.”

“And it will only last so long,” she argued. “We have to prove we can get clients on our own.”

“We will and can, but we can’t overextend ourselves in the process. Which means the people we hire have to be our support, not someone we’ve got to babysit.”

Her lips flapped with the air expelling out of her lungs. “Fine. Go fire, Beau.”

“Oh, now I get to be the bad guy,” Paris said. “You wanted to hire her, you should be the one to let her go.”

“But you do such a better job of it than me. You’re the HR expert. You heard Spencer.”

“Don’t play that game with me,” her twin said over her sister’s praising words. The ones that had a sarcastic undertone.

Her nose twitched. “Rock, paper, scissors.”

“Deal,” Paris said. “On three—one, two, three.”

They both threw out rocks. Then both threw out scissors. Then both threw out rocks.

“This never works. It’s like we know what the other is going to do.”