Page 69 of The Con Artist


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“No Gabriel?”

“He’s busy doing work stuff. By the way, I didn’t get a chance to ask you last night since you hastily ran away, what are you doing here?”

“Gabriel is a friend of mine and I wanted to congratulate him on the opening of his beautiful hotel.”

This guy was full of shit. I could smell it a mile away.

“Are you and Gabriel an item? Because last night, you said you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

“I don’t, and no, we aren’t an item. Just good friends.”

“That pleases me to hear that. How about joining me for dinner this evening?” he spoke.

“As much as I would enjoy that, Marcel, I’m afraid I can’t. I have dinner plans with Gabriel. What kind of friend would I be to cancel to have dinner with you?”

“Understood. A woman who values her friendships. I like that.” He smirked. “I’m flying back to New York tomorrow. Perhaps we can do something before I leave.”

“I’m not sure that’s going to be possible. Have a safe flight home.” I smiled.

“A woman who plays hard to get is a turn on. Make no mistake, Kate, we will have dinner together one day. I always go after what I want.” He stood up and gave me a wink. Before he walked away, he turned and looked at me. “By the way, I never got your last name.”

“Young. Kate Young.” I smiled.

“I will find you, Kate Young,” he spoke as he walked away.

I sat there, shaking my head in disbelief. What a tool.

“Again?” Gabriel asked as he stood over me, handing me a bottle of water.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had business stuff to do.”

“I did and then I said screw it. I think we should spend the day together.”

“Where’s Edmond?”

“I ran into him as he was getting your water and I told him to go explore Hawaii. On me, of course.”

He held out his hand and helped me up from the sand.

“What did Marcel want this time?”

“He wanted me to join him for dinner tonight. I told him no and that I had plans with you. That guy is a real asshole.”

“I know he is, and I don’t want you talking to him. He’s trouble.”

“No worries. He’s leaving tomorrow to go back to New York.”

“Good. The only reason he’s here is to spy so he can steal ideas. The man and his father are as crooked as they come. Guess what?”

“What?” I asked.

“I’m taking you on a yacht for the day.”

“I get seasick.” I smirked.

“I don’t really care.” He pulled me into him and kissed my lips.

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