Page 32 of The Con Artist


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I ended the call and leaned back in my chair.

“What’s up, Caleb? You never drop by the office.”

“I know, but I was just down the street having lunch, so I thought I’d drop in and see how things were going. Did you find out her name yet?” He smirked.

“Her name is Kate Harper and she’s a twenty-four-year-old woman who was raised by her father.”

“So does that mean Daddy also conned people?”

“I don’t know. She won’t talk about him. But she did say they moved around a lot, so I’m assuming he did.”

“What are you going to do with her? You can’t keep her locked up in your house.”

I sighed. “I know. I was thinking about giving her a job here.”

A light chuckle escaped him. “Seriously? Doing what? Listen, big brother, I know there’s something inside you that feels like you need to save her. I just think it would be in your best interest to cut her loose. Forget about the watch and just move on. You don’t need that kind of bullshit in your life. She’s a con artist, bro. Once a con always a con, and there will be nothing you can do or say that will ever change that.”

Bringing my index fingers together, I brought them up to my lips. “I’m fully aware of that. But—”

“Oh come on.” He laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re in love with her?”

“I’m not in love with her. There’s just something about her.”

“I know that, Gabriel. I’m not stupid and I told you that it was about more than just the watch before. She’s toxic and you don’t need that in your life. Isn’t that why you got rid of Greta?”

“Greta was a child.”

He pointed his finger at me. “I know what this is.” He shook it. “This is about you being a rebel and doing something no one would ever expect from Gabriel Quinn. You spent your whole life doing what Dad wanted you to do. You never got in trouble and you stayed on the path of his life. Now this woman that is every kind of wrong enters your world, and it excites you.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged.

“Or it could be because she’s not falling at your feet like ninety-nine percent of the women do. You see her as a challenge.”

“Maybe.” I smirked.

He sat across from me with a smile on his face, shaking his head.

“I have to go.” He got up from his chair. “We’re playing at the Crowfoot tonight if you want to come. And if you do, bring Kate along.”

“Maybe.” I gave him a small smile.

I spent the entire day thinking about Kate. It was crazy how much this woman was on my mind. Caleb was right; I did have some sort of feelings for her. I knew deep down and underneath the façade of her cons, there was a little girl lost.

When five o’clock approached and I’d finished signing the last of the contracts, I packed up my briefcase and headed home. When I walked through the door, Grace was putting on her coat.

“How did it go today?” I asked.

“Well, I made her French toast for breakfast, we spoke, and then she went back up to her room. That was the last I saw of her.”

“She hasn’t been down all day?” I asked.

“No, and to be honest, I preferred it. She has a little sassy mouth.”

I chuckled. “I know she does. Have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I kissed her cheek.

Setting my briefcase down, I took the elevator up to the fifth floor and lightly knocked on the door to her room.

“Come in.”

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