Page 21 of Love In Hiding

“That. Exactly that. You know I hate that. I don’t think he has much of a personality at all. And I’m going to be stuck with him in a small town with nothing to do.”

“You’re there to work, not entertain each other. Let me see these emails that you’re so worked up over.”

She pulled her phone closer to her that was on the counter, unlocked it, found the emails and shoved her phone over to her sister.

Paris picked it up, read the two brief messages and burst out laughing. “There isn’t anything there to wind you up.”

“That’s right. It’s factual. I talked to Nelson. He said Spencer is a by-the-book type of attorney.”

“So that has you worked up. You like to rip pages out of books.”

“He’s more like you,” she argued.

“Then we’ll get along famously.”

“We have to,” she smirked.

“You know what I mean. You’ll be fine. You’re a big girl.” Her phone rang in her sister’s hand. “It’s Mom.”

“Answer it.”

Paris slid the button across. “Hi, Mom.”

“Why are you answering your sister’s phone?”

They’d never been able to pull one over on their mother. “She’s right next to me pouting. I was reading an email she got from our attorney.”

Paris put it on speaker, but she could hear her mother’s loud voice.

“Did you get in trouble already, London?”

“No,” she said, drawing it out. “He’s uptight like Paris. And now I’ve got to go to some small town in Maine next week with him for a few days.”

“So you rubbed him the wrong way like you do most people,” her mother said. “You’ll smooth it over like you normally do once you get your feet under you. I’m sure it’s just nerves.”

“That’s what I said,” Paris said. “This is big. She’s not the only one feeling the pressure and stress.”

“And we don’t have an assistant so we are doing things that they could do,” she said.

“Molly is starting in a few weeks,” Paris said. “If we didn’t waste our time with Beau we could have had Molly start a week earlier.”

“Paris is trying to say I told you so,” she said, crunching loudly on her salad.

“That’s for you two to work out. Your father and I knew you might get on each other’s nerves working and living together.”

“It’s easier this way,” she said.

“And cheaper,” Paris said. “We’ve got a lot of money on the line and don’t know how the business is going to go.”

They were getting good salaries. They had money coming in from their contracts with West’s businesses, plus the business loan they’d gotten after their father and West put money in also.

It was not as if they needed a ton of start-up costs, but they needed things to get started and hold them over while they built their business.

Money for salaries so they weren’t draining their savings.

She was terrified they were putting it all on the line when they had it so easy where they were.

Why did she let Paris talk her into this?!