Page 20 of Love In Hiding

“You knew this was going to happen,” Paris said, then reached for a pile of veggies to load their plates.

London turned and pulled the salmon out of the oven and set it on the cutting board.

“I did. I didn’t think it’d be this soon and with just the two of us.”

The smile on her sister’s face wasn’t hiding anything. “You’re being a baby. I thought you liked him.”

“From one visit? Sure. I guess. But he makes me feel... I don’t know. Like he’s just waiting and watching for me to come unhinged.”

“You mean like right now?”

She snarled and picked the spatula up to place her fish on her salad, then moved the rest to her sister.

The bottle of dressing was in her hand, she shook it more than she should have because when she took the top off it oozed out and she rushed to put it over her salad and not have it land on the floor.

“Fine. I’m worked up. I was so excited to get started and didn’t think it’d be in a small town with a bunch of fishermen who were most likely going to have their eyeballs pop out of their heads when I walk in the door and not take me seriously.”

“That’s on you to think that. I don’t think it will happen. Nor do I think Spencer will let it happen.”

“Which is why he’s probably being sent to go with me. You know how it is. It’s like we can’t be trusted.”

“Wow. Someone needs to get a grip,” Paris said.

She stabbed her fork into her salad. “I’m being a baby. You’re right.”

“Tell me what’s really going on,” Paris said. “I get it. We both get frustrated with exactly what you’re saying, but you’re taking it to the next level. It’s not like we haven’t had men look or treat us as if we’re beneath them before.”

London chewed the food she’d shoved in her mouth and turned to stare at her sister. It was like looking in a mirror. Kind of.

They had the same color hair, same eyes, but she had a smaller nose when you looked from the side, her cheeks were a little sharper, which kind of went with her personality. And their hairstyle when down differed slightly.

Hers was longer, had more layers and had a wave to it because of those layers.

When their hair was up in a ponytail like now, you wouldn’t really know the difference.

“I don’t think Spencer likes me.”

Paris laughed. “From one meeting you got that?”

“It’s the way he looked at me.”

“I noticed nothing other than him assessing the situation. I thought he was nice. I told you he was handsome. Oh.” Paris put her hand in front of her face. “That’s it. You think so too.”

“No comment.”

“Don’t need to give me one. I know the truth. So what? He’s not the first guy we’ve worked with that is hot.”

“True.”

“Then what is the big deal?”

“He rubs me the wrong way.”

“From one meeting,” Paris repeated.

“And two emails.”

Paris grinned around a mouthful. “Fine. What did the emails say? I’m positive they were perfectly professional and polite.”