Playing Mr. Perfect (The Bradens at Ridgeport #1)

Pepper

“ Please don’t hold the reports until I get back. I don’t want to get behind ,” I say to my empty hotel room as I lean over my laptop and reply to an email from one of my employees, Min Zhao, a brilliant medical engineer. I swear owning a research and development company requires forty-eight hours in each day. I don’t like taking time off work, but my siblings pressured me into coming to Paris with them to support my twin, Sable, the lead singer for Surge, on her international concert tour. Now that I’m here, I’m glad I came, but work won’t stop because I’m on vacation.

A knock sounds at my door.

“Pepper, open up!” Brindle hollers. My youngest sister is about as patient as a gust of wind. I open my mouth to respond, and she knocks again. “Pepper!”