Page 51 of The Con Artist


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“She sounds like a psycho.”

I sighed. “She pretty much was. The thing women don’t understand is that my career will always come first.”

“I totally get that because mine does too.” She smirked.

“Very funny, Kate.”

Carl pulled up to Tavern on the Green and I climbed out first. Holding out my hand, she placed hers in mine as I helped her from the car.

“Tell me more about your father,” I spoke as we were seated and sipping on wine.

“Can we talk about him later? I just want to enjoy this evening.”

“Fine. But we will discuss it.”

After we finished eating, we headed to the Bowery Room.

“You made it.” Caleb smiled as we lightly hugged.

“Of course. I told you we would.”

“Hey, Kate. How are you?” Caleb asked.

“I’m good. Thanks. I’m really excited to hear you guys play.”

“Thanks. Let’s grab a drink before I go on stage.”

The three of us took a seat at a table in front of where Caleb was going to perform. The place was getting crowded. But that was no surprise. Fallen Angels could always pack a room.

“Would you like another tequila?” I asked Kate.

“Yes, and don’t forget the splash of lime.” She smiled.

I headed to the bar just as Caleb and his band started to perform. When I got back to the table, Kate was in her seat, moving to the music.

“Wow. They’re really good!” she exclaimed.

I smiled at her as I set her drink down. She sat and watched them play while I sat and watched her. She was having a good time and I couldn’t wait to get home and fuck her. The thought made my cock twitch. She definitely was one of the most beautiful women I ever laid eyes on. Too bad she was every kind of wrong.

“Thank you all for coming out tonight to see us play. It means a lot,” Caleb spoke to the audience. “I’d like to introduce you to someone. Her name is Kate and she has the voice of an angel. Kate, come up here and sing a little something for us.”

Kate was horrified and Caleb wouldn’t let it go. He jumped down from the stage and grabbed her hand, pulling her up with him. She tried to tell him no, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He handed her his guitar and she whispered something in his ear. Turning to the microphone, she spoke to the audience.

“This is a song my father used to sing to me.”

I sat and watched her, listening carefully to the words as she sang them. The way she sang it was haunting. I could feel the emotion pour from her, which told me that song had a special meaning. When the song was over, the audience clapped and cheered. Caleb gave her a kiss on the cheek, she stepped off the stage, and when she sat down, she finished off her drink and asked for another.

“You were really good up there,” I spoke.

“Thanks. I’m going to kill your brother for doing that.”

The waitress brought over another round of drinks and Kate chugged it as if it was water.

“Slow down there.” I smiled. “That song you sang. You said your father used to sing it to you?”

“Yeah.” She held up her finger to grab the waitress’ attention. “He used to sing it to me all the time.”

“What’s the name of the song?” I asked.

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