Page 18 of Love In Hiding

“Now we are getting somewhere,” Coy said, picking the laptop up again with a sandwich on a plate. Guess that was what all the banging around was.

“Not anywhere to get.”

“Bullshit,” Coy said. “Describe her to me.”

“We aren’t in college anymore.”

“Doesn’t mean we can’t still act like it. I don’t want to think I’m getting old.”

“We are,” he said. At least he felt it at thirty-five.

“Zac is keeping me young. Got to stay in good shape for the next one.”

“Is Angel pregnant?” he asked, sitting up fast and reaching for the laptop before it hit the ground.

“No,” Coy said. “Doesn’t mean I’m not trying to convince her though.”

“You didn’t Zac.”

“Nope, but we’re more careful now. I’m sure we’ll try for another soon, but you know Angel wanted to work a few years. I’d like to not have too many years between them though. We’ll be happy with whatever happens since your sister is doing all the heavy work for it.”

Carrying the baby, sure. But they had a nanny who watched Zac days. Smart too with their schedule.

Though he knew his sister and Coy were both very hands on.

Just like he wanted to be when his time came.

If it ever did.

Didn’t seem as if he had much time for a woman. At least the past few years.

Now, maybe he’d put himself out there a bit.

Or not.

Better to just stay focused on the job for now.

“And you need to pamper her too,” he said. Though he knew Coy did.

“Always. And now you’re evading my question about the consultant, which isn’t like you. What’s her name?”

No reason he couldn’t share that. “London Westerly. She and her sister Paris started a consulting firm and it’s under West’s umbrella. The Carlisle Group is their biggest client while they build another base.”

“Damn,” Coy said. “I want to say that sounds like they got lucky... but knowing what I know of him, are they family? Isn’t West’s full name Westerly?”

He smiled. “Yes. His first cousins. They don’t want anyone to know that, but I figured it out in an hour.”

“Braylon didn’t tell you?”

“No. I think he wanted to see if I’d find out. They didn’t want me to form an opinion knowing it was their family.”

“Just like you don’t want anyone to think you got your job through family connections either. Which you know damn well you didn’t.”

He sighed. “It got my foot in the door. I know that.”

“Spencer. In this world, you need that. That doesn’t mean anyone is giving you a free ride.”

“I know.” If he told himself that enough he’d believe it.