Page 6 of Love In Hiding

They thought they had her pegged.

Fine. Let them.

Let them think she was soft, fluffy, and harmless.

Thenbam—right between the eyes—she’d hit them with exactly what needed to be done and every single thing they were doing wrong. A shark in heels and she loved it!

It wasn’t like Paris didn’t correct people too. She just did it with gummy bears instead of lemon drops.

Whatever. That balance was why they worked so well together.

Paris was the good sister.

London? She loved being the bad one.

“Are you going to calm down today?”

She swiveled around to see her twin standing in the doorway, a big grin on her face, the jeans Paris was wearing almost exactly the same as what she’d put on this morning.

“I’m calm. What makes you think I’m not calm?” she asked, moving her monitor around her desk to get it in the perfect spot so that she could see the screen and the view out of the two windows in their office space.

She and Paris each got the offices with the view of the buildings next door. At least it was daylight.

The rest of the space was walls only. It’d look better once they put their touches on it.

“Oh, I don’t know. Just the vibrations pelting off the walls,” Paris said. “You’re wound up. I could hear you pacing in your room all night.”

She let out a laugh. “Not likely because I wasn’t pacing.”

“Your mind was,” Paris said. “You know I feel it too.”

She sighed. Paris was always the one who talked about their twin powers more than her.

Or what Paris considered them to share.

Their happiness, sadness, excitement and even fear.

Maybe that was why Paris tended to calm her because she knew in advance and could prepare.

“Then you know how huge this is.”

“I do. We’re going to make it. You know, West would have never given us this chance if he didn’t believe in us. And you know damn well he looked into our work before we even started talking about it.”

Because her first cousin, billionaire West Carlisle, gave no one a free ride, but he sure the hell would help family if they had a solid business plan.

Which she and Paris worked a good year on before they even presented it.

Years of them working for different companies doing similar jobs. They rarely saw each other even though they’d lived in the same building complex. But one or both of them could be on the road at any given time.

Now they were in Manhattan, sharing office space, renting a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment, and living the dream they’d had since they were in college.

Maybe not exactly like this, but she was adaptable... regardless of what everyone thought.

“I know. He said no one knows we are related other thanfamily,” she said. “The last thing we need is special treatment.”

They were already getting it by having office space in this building at a ridiculously low rate. Not to mention seed money to get them started with West getting thirty percent of their business. Not only that, most of their business was actually comingfromWest and all his holdings, regardless of the percentage he’d held.

She didn’t ask why that was and didn’t care. They were smart enough to know they needed to build their reputation and having West as their biggest client was only going to help.