Wicked As He Comes (Tiger in Her Bed)

And now he was six feet under.

With John’s help, a trust was established for the twins and a new board of directors was formed to help stabilize the company. Jane was offered an opportunity to take over but she refused. Running a business wasn’t her forte. Perhaps one day either George or Harry would be interested in running the family business.

And George seemed promising…

“Janey, look! Can we go to this one?” Harry pointed to a pastry shop that displayed all kinds of macaroons. The boy was practically drooling.

“Okay. Why not,” she answered.

“Can we buy a lot?” Harry asked again. His eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Define a lot.”

“A hundred pieces.”

“All for yourself? No way. That’s too much sugar. You’ll get a cavity.”

“I’ll brush my teeth, I swear. Can we, can we, can we please?” He bounced up and down.

George gave Harry a resigned look. “Look, can we just buy some already so he’ll be quiet? We’re in Paris. I want to see the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre.”

Harry crossed his arms indignantly. “Fine, I’ll settle for fifty, but George can’t have any.”

“I don’t like macaroons.”

“Liar. You like sweets, just like me. You always pilfer from my stash of chocolate.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“That’s enough. Honestly, you two drive me insane. Let’s just buy the damn things,” Jane broke up their argument.

“Yes!” Harry did a victory pose then quickly ran into the store.

George pouted. “Any chance that mom brought home the wrong baby when she had us? I’m not sure he’s my brother.”

“Harry looks exactly just like you. Now get in there and be nice,” said Jane.

George made a face. “That’s a tall order, sister.”

“George Matthew Benedict. Be on your best behavior or we won’t go to places you want to go. Understood?”

“Hodor.”

“What’s—never mind. Just get in there and watch your brother. We’ll come after you in a second.”

With a long-suffering sigh, George turned around and toddled into the shop.

She caught her husband’s gaze and the two laughed together. “Kids,” she muttered.

“They’re entertaining,” said John. “They remind me of when we were kids. We bickered all the time, drove mom nuts. Listen Jane, my dear beautiful wife, what do you say if we buy some chocolate for our midnight adult activity?”

“Hmm? Define adult activity.”