Page 8 of Love In Hiding

“I know what it’s like being new to the organization,” he said.

“We heard you’d only been here a few months,” she said, lifting an eyebrow.

His eyes flashed, maybe a touch of annoyance over her tone. It wasn’t that she meant to be snotty, it was just that he unnerved her when men didn’t normally do that to her.

“I think what my sister is trying to say is that we’re glad to be in the same boat. Right, London?”

“Yeah, sure,” she said. “That’s what I meant.”

Spencer’s polite smile never left his face. “I’m sure we’ll work well together. You probably know where Braylon’s office is, so I’m two down from it.”

“We do,” London said. Not that she’d offer the information of who she was to Braylon. He didn’t need to know that. He was here to do a job just like she was.

“Looks like you’ve got a lot of setting up to do in here.” He was looking around at the freshly painted walls. A soft mint green that Paris picked out. She’d said it’d look great and her sister was never wrong with those things.

“Just need to put everything in its place. Foster will be here tomorrow to get our computers going, then we’ll be decorating it some. It will look much better by the end of the week,” Paris said.

“My sister has the magic touch with decor. Even with people.”

“Ah, got it,” he said. “Most people say that about me. Not with decor, but with people. My younger sister, she’d say otherwise, but then again, she’s a little brat.”

Paris laughed as if she were falling for the charm. London only held her smile in place.

“I think it’s normal to think young siblings are brats,” Paris said. “We know that ourselves.”

She turned and narrowed her eyes at Paris, hoping her sister didn’t give too much away.

She didn’t need to worry because Spencer didn’t look as if he was going to inquire. “I can’t wait to see when it’s done. When you get everything set and ready to go, reach out with your schedule and we can get started.”

“We will,” she said. “It’s nice of you to come down and introduce yourself.”

He turned and left, her eyes following his movements through the glass door to their office, then he turned out of sight.

“Geez, London. You could have been a bit nicer.”

“I was nice,” she argued. “What are you talking about?”

“Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry. That might as well have been what you did when you said it was nice to meethim and your eyes flashed back to the door as if telepathically telling him to get lost.”

“Hey. You only knew what I was thinking because of our connection. He had no clue.”

“I doubt that. Just like you want to deny that you didn’t think he was hot and that is why you wanted him out of here.”

“Go,” she said, shoving her sister. “Put your office together while I do mine.”

“I’m right,” Paris sang as she walked down the hall. “And you hate it when I am.”

More than she’d ever admit to anyone.

3

WORKS FOR US

“Good morning. I’m here to meet with London and Paris. Spencer Jensen.”

“Yes. I’m Beau. I’m the assistant here. It’s my first day.”

Considering the office officially opened for business today, he wasn’t surprised. But they had hired someone quickly.