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“And you’re just telling me this now?”
“I was going to tell you tonight.”
“And what’s in Hawaii?” she asked.
“The grand opening of my new hotel.”
“Okay. I’ll start packing.” She turned away and shut the door behind her.
I picked up a pen and threw it across my desk as I got out of my chair and paced around the room. I had this rage built up inside me that I couldn’t let go of. It wasn’t about the watch anymore. It wasn’t being able to believe a word she said. I wanted to trust her, and I wanted to believe her because these fucking feelings that stirred inside me wouldn’t stop.
After a long day, I was finally able to leave the office and head home. When I walked through the door, the aroma of something cooking hit me. Following the scent to the kitchen, I found Kate at the stove.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I set my briefcase down.
“Making dinner for us.”
“Where’s Grace?”
“She was finished, and she left. I thought it would be nice if I cooked tonight.” She turned her head and a small smile crossed her lips.
“I didn’t know you could cook.”
“Who do you think did all the cooking for me and my dad? If he had his way, we’d have pizza and fast food every night.”
“It smells good. What are you making?” I asked as I took a seat at the island.
“Bruschetta chicken with a salad and homemade rolls.”
“Did you teach yourself to cook?”
“Somewhat, and I had some teachers along the way. There was this woman my dad was with for a short period of time. She was a chef and owned her own restaurant. I spent a lot of time at her house and she taught me a few things.”
“A woman that your father conned?” I asked.
She swallowed hard. “Yes.”
She took the chicken out of the pan, arranged it nicely on a platter, and took it into the dining room. Before taking a seat, I walked over to the bar and poured a glass of bourbon for me and a glass of white wine for her.
“This looks delicious. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She took a sip of her wine.
“What did you do today beside food shop?” I asked.
“Shopped a little bit for Hawaii.”
“With what money?” My eye narrowed.
“Who said I needed money?” A smirk crossed her face.
My blood started to boil at the thought that she had stolen the merchandise.
“I swear to god, Kate. If you—”
“Relax, Gabriel. I was kidding. I do have some money in my bank account. And before you ask how much, it’s not thirty thousand dollars. Besides, I don’t shoplift. I never have and I never will.”
I reached across the table and grabbed the salad bowl. As I was placing some salad on my plate, she threw a roll at me, hitting me square in the face.
