Page 61 of The Con Artist


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“Four.”

“And shoe size?”

“Eight.”

He got up from the bed.

“Get some rest and I’ll see you in a few hours,” he spoke as he walked out the door, pulling it shut behind him.

My alarm woke me from a sound sleep at two thirty a.m. This was not normal, getting up this early for a flight. I dragged my tired body out of bed, threw my hair up in a messy bun, pulled on a pair of black leggings, a white cami, and a long black cardigan. After slipping my feet into my black flats, I grabbed my suitcase and took it to the elevator. When I reached the foyer, Gabriel was already there, waiting.

“Good morning,” he spoke.

“It’s the middle of the night and there’s nothing good about waking up at this time,” I snarled.

“You’ll be fine.” He handed me a silver travel mug. “I made you some coffee.”

“Thanks.”

The door opened and both Carl and Edmond stepped inside.

“Edmond? You’re going with us?”

“Yes.” He smiled.

I glanced over at Gabriel.

“Did you really think I would let you on your own in Hawaii?” he asked with a raised brow. “I can’t be with you at all times.”

“That’s fine.” I walked over to Edmond and hooked my arm in his. “I like his company better anyway. Carl, grab my suitcase, please.”

We climbed into the limo and Gabriel sat across from me with an irritated look on his face. I didn’t care. Even though I told him I accepted his apology, I didn’t. I was done trying to make him trust me. It wasn’t worth it anymore. If he wanted to have an attitude with me, yell, and be mean, fine. I prayed to God to give me the strength to get through these next weeks and keep what little bit of sanity I had left.

* * *

Gabriel

She sat in the window seat, staring out into the clouds. Her eyes looked tired and she still wouldn’t say a word to me. I closed my laptop, got up from the couch, and took the seat next to her. With a slight turn of her head, she glared at me.

“Can I help you?” she asked with a cocky but tired attitude.

“I thought maybe we could talk.”

“I’m too tired to carry on a conversation.” She laid her head against the window.

I held out my hand to her.

“Come with me.”

“Where?”

“There’s a bedroom on this plane with a comfortable bed for you to sleep in.”

“Where?” She sat up and looked around.

“In the back. Come on.”

Her beautiful blue eyes stared into mine before she accepted my extended hand. I led her to the small but luxurious bedroom. She immediately kicked off her shoes and climbed on top of the bed, laying her head down on the pillow.

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