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“Hey.” I smiled as we lightly hugged.
“What’s with the lunch date?” he asked as we stepped inside.
“I figured out how Kate is going to pay me back.”
Our order was up, so we took it to a table and sat down.
“Do tell, big brother,” Caleb spoke.
As I told him my plan, he sat there and stared at me with a narrowing eye.
“I’m all for the first part, but, bro, I’m not so sure about the outcome.”
“Why?” I asked.
“It’s a little harsh, not to mention the fact that I don’t think you can do it.”
“It won’t be a problem.”
“If you say so. Listen, Gabriel, Dad was always about teaching us lessons. You know that. This concerns me. You’re playing with someone’s life.”
“Just like she’s played with all those lives of all the men she ripped off. You think that’s okay?”
“No. I don’t. But do two wrongs make a right?” His brow raised.
“She ripped me off and she’s going to pay me back. Hopefully, she’ll learn her lesson and not do it to anyone again.”
“You know what they say: Once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic. I’m pretty sure that applies to con artists as well.”
“We’ll see, won’t we? Anyway, what’s going on with you?”
“I got a call yesterday from Atlantic Records. They loved the demo I sent them and want to hear more, so we’re going to fly out to L.A. next week.”
“Good.” I nodded my head. “It’s too bad things didn’t work out with Sony.”
He shrugged. “Everything happens for a reason, right?” He smiled as we both finished our burgers and got up from the table.
“You’ve always been the philosophical one in the family.” I smirked as I placed my hand on his shoulder and we walked out the door.
Chapter 18
Kate
“It’s about time, Carl,” I spoke as he brought my art supplies into the house.
“Sorry, Miss Kate, but I had other stops to make as well.”
“Can you do me a favor and just take the easel up to the terrace?”
“Very well.” He nodded.
“Thanks, Carl. You’re a doll.”
It bothered me all day as to what Gabriel wanted to talk about when he got home. He said it was time I started repaying him back. But how? Was he going to give me a job at his office? That wouldn’t be so bad. At least it would get me out of this damn house.
I took the elevator up to the terrace and moved my easel over by the railing where most of the sun hit and overlooked the city and river. This would be the perfect place to paint. I walked over to the bar area and took a glass and filled it with water. Moving one of the small tables over by my easel, I set up my paint supplies, put a canvas up, and began painting. With each stroke of the brush, I was transported into another place. A place where I had no troubles or worries and a place where I could be me.
A few hours had passed when I heard the elevator doors open and Gabriel’s voice.
