Page 74 of The Con Artist


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“Hey.” He gave me a sympathetic smile. “How are you?”

“Not good. Come on in. I’m making a frozen pizza. Would you care to join me?”

“Umm. No thanks. When was the last time you ate?”

“I don’t know. Three days ago,” I replied.

He pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Put that away. I’m going to order us a real pizza.” He smiled.

“Caleb, I—”

“No arguments. I’m ordering it and you’re going to eat it.”

He placed the pizza order and then followed me to the couch.

“How did you know where I live?” I asked.

“I had Carl drive me over.”

“And Gabriel was okay with that?”

“My brother doesn’t know, and he doesn’t need to.”

“He wouldn’t be very happy knowing you’re here.”

“I don’t care. It’s none of his business whom I choose to visit.”

I gave him a small smile as I played with the tie to my robe.

“Kate, I want you to look me straight in the eye and tell me the truth,” he spoke with seriousness.

“I swear to you that I didn’t tell Marcel or anyone about Gabriel’s plans.”

He reached over and placed his hand on mine.

“I believe you.”

“Why? Why would you?”

“Because I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt Gabriel. You love him and that right there says enough.”

The buzzer rang and interrupted our conversation.

“That must be the pizza guy. I’ll be right back,” Caleb spoke as he got up from the couch and left the apartment.

I took a couple of plates out of the cabinet and set them on the table. Caleb saying he believed me meant a lot. I’d just wished Gabriel would’ve. After a few moments, Caleb walked back into my apartment with the pizza. Taking it over to the table, he set it down and opened the lid.

“Smells delicious,” I spoke.

“It sure does. I’m starving.” He smiled.

“Can I ask you something?” I spoke as I grabbed a slice of pizza and put it on my plate.

“You can ask me anything,” he replied.

I asked the question I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to.

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