Page 9 of Love In Hiding

And the place looked great. All set up and kind of... cozy in a welcoming way rather than a “I’m going to fix all your problems” kind of way.

“Good luck,” he said. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

“I hope so,” Beau said. “It’s my third job. It’s kind of hard to live here in Manhattan without having more than one.”

He lifted an eyebrow. He knew that was true, but this woman was overly chatty. “It’s not for everyone.”

“Nope,” Beau said. Her cell phone lit up on her desk, her head glancing, then dismissing it. He could see it was a text and most likely personal. “I was lucky enough to get this right away. I’ve purposely not taken any day shifts at therestaurant I serve at so I could find something full time again. Had to quit my last job because I thought I got an acting gig and then they dropped me. So yeah, my bad.”

This was more than he needed to know. He looked at his watch. “Are London or Paris in?”

“Oh, yes,” Beau said, blowing a small bubble, then snapping her gum. “Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll just go get them?”

“No need,” London said, walking down the hall in some seriously sexy black pumps. Not sure why his eyes went there, but he couldn’t help it.

Then his eyes shifted up her long legs covered in black trousers that hugged every curve of her body, a peach silk shirt tucked into a tiny waist, her arms bare and nicely toned. Someone worked out and didn’t rely on their genetics.

But damn if those genetics weren’t pretty sweet.

“I might be a few minutes early,” he said. “A bad habit.”

“You’re fine,” she said. “I tend to be late. Just warning you now.”

Her dirty blonde hair was down and softly flowing over her shoulders. He knew right away who was who even though they were twins. They weren’t identical in the least, but you knew they had taken up residence in the womb together.

“It won’t change me being early,” he said.

“Don’t you ever get held up on calls? Aren’t attorneys famous for that?”

He didn’t think she was baiting him on purpose. Or maybe it was the smirk on her lips. As if she wanted to see what buttons she could push as a test of sorts.

“Go get another coffee, London,” Paris said, rushing outinto the hall. “Excuse my sister. She got up on the wrong side of the bed today. Late on top of it. So she didn’t get her two cups in. Once she does, she’ll be fine. I’m the early one.”

“Except today,” London said, squinting at her sister. “I beat you out here.”

“I was on the phone,” Paris said.

“Yeah, well, so was I,” she said.

His eyes were bouncing back and forth between them. The bickering seemed natural. Almost light-hearted.

“Do you know, do they do this all the time?” Beau whispered to him.

He shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. Today is the first day of business.”

“Oh yeah,” Beau said, her lips scrunched up. “Thanks for reminding me.”

Paris blew out a breath and rolled her eyes at the assistant’s response, then nudged her sister. It was obvious who was in favor of their new employee and who wasn’t.

“London, why don’t you take Spencer back while I get Beau started on the list we gave her an hour ago?”

“Oh, the list,” Beau said. “I forgot about that.”

“What have you been doing for an hour?” London asked.

“Decorating my desk,” Beau said. “You didn’t even notice it.” Beau popped her bottom lip out.

“Looks nice,” Paris said politely.