Page 47 of The Con Artist


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“Name for the drinks, please,” the barista spoke.

“Kate and Edmond.” I smiled.

Hearing a heavy sigh escape Edmond’s lips, I turned to him and spoke, “You’ll love it. Trust me.” I lightly hit his arm with the back of my hand. As soon as our coffees were ready, I grabbed both cups from the counter and handed Edmond his.

“Thank you,” he spoke as he cleared his throat.

A small smile crossed my lips. “You’re welcome. Now let’s go home.”

Edmond pulled up to the curb of the townhouse, climbed out, and stood on the sidewalk, waiting for me to get out of the car. I sat there, staring straight ahead as I waited for him to open the door. His face twisted as his eyes narrowed at me through the window. Finally, he placed his hand on the handle and opened the door.

“Is there a problem?” he asked with irritation.

“No. I was just waiting for you to be a gentleman and open the door for me.” I arched my brow.

He took in a sharp breath as he followed behind me up the steps and I walked into the house. When I reached my bedroom, I noticed a Victoria’s Secret bag sitting on the bed. Walking over to it, I removed the tissue paper and, one by one, I pulled out multiple pieces of pretty lingerie and matching panties. Gabriel had sexy taste, but I wasn’t surprised by what a god he was in the bedroom.

Grabbing my macchiato from the nightstand where I had set it down, I walked downstairs to the kitchen to grab a small snack. As I passed the living room, I heard sobs coming from it. Stopping, I saw Grace sitting on the couch next to a woman who was crying her eyes out.

“Umm, hello?” I walked towards them.

Grace lightly shook her head at me as her eyes widened. It was as if she was telling me not to say anything.

“Who are you?” the woman next to Grace asked in a snotty tone.

“Kate. Kate Harper. And you may be?” I arched my brow at her.

“Greta Stevens.” She sniffled.

Holy shit. It was the ex-girlfriend. What the hell was she doing here?

“Greta just stopped by to speak to Gabriel,” Grace spoke.

This couldn’t have worked out better if I had planned it myself.Sitting down on the couch, I hooked my arm around her.

“What are all the tears for?” I softly asked.

“A broken heart.” She dabbed her eyes with a tissue.

“I’ve got this, Grace.” I winked.

Her eye narrowed at me for a few moments before she got up and left the room.

“Areyouhis new girlfriend?” she scowled.

“Whose girlfriend?” I played dumb.

“Gabriel’s.”

“Oh no.” I laughed. “I’m Gabriel’s cousin. He was kind enough to let me stay here until my apartment renovations are complete. I just moved here from Texas.”

“He never mentioned he had a cousin named Kate.” She blew her nose.

“Well, maybe that’s because he’s an asshole.” I smiled.

“But you just said he was kind.”

“Yes. To let me stay here, but overall, he’s an asshole. But you already know that since you’re here crying on his couch. What did he do to you?” I gave her a light hug to play on her sympathy.

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