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I let go of his wrist and slipped his watch into the pocket of my cardigan. Now I needed to make a quick exit before he noticed it was gone. We walked out of the bathroom together and out of the lounge.
“It was nice to meet you, Gabriel.” I smiled as I walked the opposite way.
“Baggage claim is this way?” He pointed.
“I have a quick phone call to make first. Thanks again.” I bit down on my bottom lip.
“The pleasure was all mine, Hannah.” He winked.
I knew JFK like the back of my hand since I traveled so much and went another way to get to baggage claim. When I got there, I hid around the corner and waited for him to retrieve his luggage. Once he did and began to walk away, I swallowed hard as I silently whispered, “Goodbye, Gabriel.” After he walked out the door of the airport, I grabbed my bags and headed the opposite way, where I hailed a cab and went home.
Chapter 4
Gabriel
My bag was coming around the carousel when I arrived. I felt a little off by what had happened, and I didn’t want to walk away. She was incredible and I needed to know more about her. But she did say she was only in New York for a couple of days. It was time I put Hannah out of my mind because I’d never see her again.
“Good evening, Carl,” I spoke as I climbed into the back of my limo.
“Good evening, sir. How was Seattle?”
“Rainy.” I smiled. “But productive.”
“Home, sir?” he asked.
“Yes.”
I turned my wrist to look at the time on my watch and it wasn’t there.
“What the hell?” I loudly spoke.
“Is something wrong, Mr. Quinn?”
I never took my watch off. I distinctly remembered it being on my wrist while I was fucking her.
“That bitch stole my watch!”
“Excuse me, sir?” Carl spoke.
“Nothing.” I climbed out of the car. “I’ll be right back. I have to look for someone.”
I raced back to baggage claim and looked around for Hannah. Looking at the carousel where our luggage had come from, it was empty. I stepped outside and looked around. Nothing. She wasn’t anywhere to be found. I climbed back in the limo and told Carl to take me home.
I was enraged. A thirty-thousand-dollar watch gone. Taken by a woman I met on an airplane and fucked in the sky lounge at JFK airport. How stupid could I be?Fuck!I pulled my ringing phone from pocket and saw it was Greta calling. What the hell did she want? I wasn’t in any mood to deal with her, so I sent her to voicemail.
Carl pulled up to my building at 178 East 94thStreet, a townhome I had purchased three years ago when it went into foreclosure. My family and friends were shocked when I purchased it because they always believed I was a high-rise penthouse type of man. The thing I liked most was the homey feel it had. It was a place I felt would be right to have a family someday in the distant future. Or at least that was what I saw three years ago. Since then, my views on family and marriage had drastically changed thanks to the crazy women I’d dated.
As soon as I stepped through the front door, Grace, my housekeeper, greeted me.
“Welcome home, Gabriel,” she spoke as she took my suitcase from me.
“Thanks, Grace. How’s everything going?”
“Well, your ex-girlfriend stopped by earlier and cried her eyes out to me, mumbling something about what an asshole you are and how you broke up with her over the phone.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. The only thing I heard was you breaking up with her.” She smiled. “Don’t get me wrong; she was an okay girl, but she sure whined and cried a lot.”
