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“You too.” I gave her a small smile as I left my office.
Upon climbing into the limo, I pulled my phone from my pocket and called Grace.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Grace, it’s me. What are you doing right now?”
“Not much. Why?”
“Do you think you can meet me at Whole Foods?”
“Umm. Sure.”
“Thanks. I need you to help me pick out something for dinner and I need to discuss something with you.”
“Okay. Are you cooking tonight? I can come by and cook dinner for you. It’s no trouble.”
“Thanks. I appreciate the offer, but I’m going to cook. Can you meet me in about fifteen minutes?”
“Sure. I’ll see you soon.”
I figured since I was going to be working from home, I’d cook dinner for me and—the girl who stole my Cartier watch. One thing was for sure, she would reveal her name tonight. Even if I had to fuck it out of her, I would know her real name.
Upon entering Whole Foods, I saw Grace standing in the produce section looking at the peaches.
“Thanks for coming, Grace.” I smiled as I kissed her cheek.
“You’re welcome, Gabriel. So what is this special dinner you’re cooking and for whom are you cooking it?”
I sighed as I picked up a peach and examined it.
“I have a houseguest and she will be staying for quite a while.”
“She? What’s her name?”
“Well,” I set the peach down, “when I first met her, she said her name was Hannah, but that has proven to be untrue. So I don’t know her real name yet, but I will find out tonight.”
She narrowed her eye at me as she began pushing the shopping cart.
“So you’re telling me that you met a woman named Hannah, but it turns out that’s not her real name, yet she’s your houseguest and you still don’t know her name?”
Placing my hands in my pants pockets, I spoke, “Yep.”
“What’s going on, Gabriel?”
“She stole something from me, and she will be staying at the house until she gives it back.”
“I’m not sure I like the way you said that. Is she staying on her own free will?” She cocked her head.
“No. The first chance she gets, she’s going to run. So I need you to keep an eye on her while I’m at the office.”
She stopped the cart and shot me a disapproving look.
“Gabriel, what did you do?”
“Don’t look at me like that. She’s a con artist. I’m doing the upper class a favor by keeping her at my house.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed the cart over to the meat counter.
