The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“What are you laughing at?” Emmeline touched her false mustache anxiously. “Is this crooked?”

“What are you laughing at?” Emmeline touched her false mustache anxiously. “Is this crooked?”

“No, no, it’s not.”

“Then it’s the eyebrows, isn’t it? What’s wrong with them?” She gingerly brushed at her cosmetically-enhanced bushy brows.

“Your eyebrows are fine, Ms. Louise.”

“Then?” Emmeline waited on the stairs for Sam to reply. If her disguise was lacking in some way, she would not dare set foot out the door. It would be disastrous if Abel managed to see past her subterfuge. He kept all women at arms’ length; if he discovered that “Emmett” was really a female, he would have nothing to do with her.

“Well…” Sam covered her mouth and lowered her voice. “There used to be rumors around Struyria that Mr. Abel’s orientation was somewhat questionable. If you get close to him, Ms. Louise, you’ll be enabling him in that direction, won’t you?”

“I don’t have time to worry about that,” Emmeline answered. “I need to get close enough to him so that I can try and make him see the light; I can’t allow Evelyn to get her claws into him.”

“That’s true,” Sam mused thoughtfully. “After all, who knows how long it’s going to take to find an antidote?”

“Alright, I’m heading out.” Emmeline glanced at her watch. “Abel shouldn’t be too busy at this time.”

“Here are your car keys.” Sam opened a drawer and fished out the keys to the Bugatti. “Mr. Benjamin brought them over first thing this morning in person. He wanted to go upstairs to see you, but I told him you were still sleeping. He left after that.”

“Don’t forget to play matchmaker for him and Janie,” Emmeline reminded. “Find an opportunity or create one.”

“No worries. I’ve got this.” Sam flashed a wide grin. “Janie’s a good person.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” Emmeline was just about to leave when she turned around again.

Louise?” Sam glanced around,

and scrutinized her expression. “How are things between you and

flushed a beautiful shade of pink. “I don’t think he’s even thought about

come over here and see you, does

Louise!” Sam covered her face with her

laughing and was out the door the next

down. He had just poured himself a glass of

the young man from yesterday whose car had knocked into his. That had been their only encounter, yet the brat had the cheek to consider him a “friend!” Furthermore, he had promised to let

he felt, but

cheerful voice came over the line. “Em, from yesterday, in case you’ve forgotten. You promised you’d let me

at his water.

the plaza down here,” Emmeline answered. “The security guards wouldn’t let me park,

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“Alright, Mr. Abel.”