Page 95 of Love In Hiding

“And this is why I didn’t want anyone to know. I can’t plan that.”

“Mom,” Paris said. “You know better. You got the information you wanted, but if you push her too much she’s going to back away. I like her spending time with Spencer. It gives me the place to myself.”

It made her wonder if she was that hard to live with. She never thought so before.

“I’ll give you space now,” her mother said. “I just wanted to get the information verified.”

“You got what you came for. But keep it quiet, please.”

She hung up with her mother a minute later, then turned to her sister. “What?” Paris asked.

“Do you need space from me? Am I that difficult?”

“Oh, don’t go doubting yourself. You never do. We get along fine, but we’ve both had our own places for a while. This is just getting used to it again. It’s working out great.”

“Then why did you say that to Mom? She’ll think I’m the one causing problems.”

Paris laughed and stood up, walked by and shoved her with her hand. “Of course she will because you’re always the one who causes the problems. Aren’t you spending the day with Spencer? He didn’t look so happy that you came home with me last night.”

“Too bad. I’m not spending every night with him just because we had sex for the first time.”

“I doubt he thinks that.”

“I don’t know what he thinks. We didn’t talk much last night.”

Paris put her hands over her ears. “I don’t want to hear details about your sex life.”

“I don’t plan on sharing them. We aren’t twenty anymore.”

She got up and walked toward her room to change and pack an overnight bag. Paris moved into the doorway. “You’re not coming home tonight?”

“Nope. You want me gone, so I will be. The place is yours. Maybe you can go out and get lucky too.”

Her twin snorted. “Not happening.”

Once her clothes were in her tote, she tossed her purse in there also, put sneakers on her feet, then grabbed her phone.

“You know where I am if you need me.”

“I won’t,” Paris said cheerfully.

She left and made her way to Spencer’s. She texted him first she was walking over. If she gave him too much of a heads up, he’d want to come meet her. She didn’t need a man to hold her hand as she crossed a street, to look out for strangers that might bump into her, or be her protector if she was in a crowd.

She’d been doing all those things on her own for years. He’d have to learn that quickly if they were going to continue.

“What bug crawled up your butt?” he asked her ten minutes later when he opened the door.

“Why do you say that?”

“There are enough wrinkles around your eyes fromsquinting at me I’d think you’d been doing it for years. Your lips are pursed as if you’re biting your tongue so hard I think blood might dribble out. What did I do?”

“Well, hello to you too,” she said, moving past him to put her bag down. Maybe this was a big mistake. “I can leave.”

“Nope. You’re not going anywhere. Or at least until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Why do you think something is wrong?”

He didn’t even give her the satisfaction of sighing. Didn’t run his hands through his hair. Not even a squint.