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, trying to spot what Emmeline might have

Emmeline strode over to Sam and scrutinized her expression. “How are things

pink. “I don’t think he’s even thought about

“Luca doesn’t really have any reason to come over here and see

Louise!” Sam covered her face with her

burst out laughing and was out the

Group building, Abel went back to his office after finishing a meeting and sat down. He had just poured himself a glass of water and was about to

car had knocked into his. That had been their only encounter, yet the

more reluctant he felt, but it would not do

Emmett!” Em’s bright, cheerful voice came over the line. “Em, from yesterday, in case you’ve forgotten. You promised you’d let me buy you drinks

Abel sipped at

Emmeline answered. “The security guards wouldn’t let me park, so I’ve

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