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Gideon
I checked my phone for the first time since I left the hotel room almost two hours ago. That never happens. I’m always on the clock 24/7, so to find myself lost in conversation with Katie for that long was a little disconcerting. She had gone to the ladies room, so I could no longer ignore the vibrating phone. I opened the screen, expecting it to be from Graham. Instead, it was a number I wasn’t familiar with. The message made my heart pause its beating.
“ I’m watching you. If you think hiding out in a small town will keep you safe, you’re wrong. Dead wrong. Who’s the gorgeous chick? Does she know the kind of man you are or have you taken her in with your lies? Maybe I’ll start with her and let you suffer a little longer. I hope you enjoyed your dinner, it may be your las t .”
I looked up from my phone to glance around the café. There were a few people scattered throughout the restaurant, but no one that stuck out like a sore thumb. I decided to type a message back and see if anyone picked up his or her phone.
“ I see you found me. Apparently my antics on the loop in Chicago weren’t good enough, too bad. I haven’t missed you.”
I hit send then watched the other tables and booths, but no one picked up a phone or looked out of place. Katie’s sweet approach drew my eye and I stuffed the phone back in my pocket, so she wouldn’t see it. Sebastian’s plan to escape to a small town seems to have backfired. My lead investigator was convinced getting away from Chicago, and my usual business, would take the wind out of this guy’s sails, whoever he was. Sebastian was no further in figuring that out, then I was in convincing Katie I wasn’t a bad guy.
I helped her back into the booth, before sliding in across from her. “The waitress said she would be back to see if we wanted dessert.”
“I’m pretty full,” she said without making eye contact, “but you can certainly have some. You’ll love Liberty’s pie.”
“But you said you wanted a piece of pecan pie. How can you be too full for pie?” I asked jokingly.
Her eyes drifted to the window instead of my face. “I’m watching my figure. Too much pie isn’t good for it.”
I bit my tongue to keep from sighing. This wasn’t about the dessert; it was about the fact that I insulted her body and she hadn’t forgotten about it, or forgiven me for it. She may never forgive and forget what happened that night, which is what had me the most worried.
“Katie, will you look at me, please?” I took her hand off the table and held it in mine, but she refused to do as I asked. “I wish I could live that night over again. I seriously didn’t think you would even remember the things I said. I’m sorry about all of it. I don’t know how to make my apology any clearer.”
“It’s clear,” she said, still glaring out the window. Her chin trembled once, but then she stiffened her shoulders. “But it affected me deeply. I’ve struggled through life in ways you will never understand. Those experiences are why I knew it was dumb of me to talk to you that night, much less believe you were interested in me. Why would you be? The things you said sobered me up very quickly. You’re a rich older man who, while gorgeous and conversationally my equal, would never end up with a girl like me. I’m not from your class of people, Gideon. I never will be.”
She wrenched her hand from mine, scooted out of the booth, and ran out the door before I registered that she was gone.
I grabbed my wallet, throwing more than enough money on the table for the bill and tip. The text from earlier ran through my mind and I ran for the door, plunging into the darkness of the night to find Katie. As I jogged, I pulled the phone out and read the last text that came in.
“ This time you messed with the wrong person, Gideon
Gideon
I checked my phone for the first time since I left the hotel room almost two hours ago. That never happens. I’m always on the clock 24/7, so to find myself lost in conversation with Katie for that long was a little disconcerting. She had gone to the ladies room, so I could no longer ignore the vibrating phone. I opened the screen, expecting it to be from Graham. Instead, it was a number I wasn’t familiar with. The message made my heart pause its beating.
“ I’m watching you. If you think hiding out in a small town will keep you safe, you’re wrong. Dead wrong. Who’s the gorgeous chick? Does she know the kind of man you are or have you taken her in with your lies? Maybe I’ll start with her and let you suffer a little longer. I hope you enjoyed your dinner, it may be your las t .”
I looked up from my phone to glance around the café. There were a few people scattered throughout the restaurant, but no one that stuck out like a sore thumb. I decided to type a message back and see if anyone picked up his or her phone.
“ I see you found me. Apparently my antics on the loop in Chicago weren’t good enough, too bad. I haven’t missed you.”
I hit send then watched the other tables and booths, but no one picked up a phone or looked out of place. Katie’s sweet approach drew my eye and I stuffed the phone back in my pocket, so she wouldn’t see it. Sebastian’s plan to escape to a small town seems to have backfired. My lead investigator was convinced getting away from Chicago, and my usual business, would take the wind out of this guy’s sails, whoever he was. Sebastian was no further in figuring that out, then I was in convincing Katie I wasn’t a bad guy.
I helped her back into the booth, before sliding in across from her. “The waitress said she would be back to see if we wanted dessert.”
“I’m pretty full,” she said without making eye contact, “but you can certainly have some. You’ll love Liberty’s pie.”
“But you said you wanted a piece of pecan pie. How can you be too full for pie?” I asked jokingly.
Her eyes drifted to the window instead of my face. “I’m watching my figure. Too much pie isn’t good for it.”
I bit my tongue to keep from sighing. This wasn’t about the dessert; it was about the fact that I insulted her body and she hadn’t forgotten about it, or forgiven me for it. She may never forgive and forget what happened that night, which is what had me the most worried.
“Katie, will you look at me, please?” I took her hand off the table and held it in mine, but she refused to do as I asked. “I wish I could live that night over again. I seriously didn’t think you would even remember the things I said. I’m sorry about all of it. I don’t know how to make my apology any clearer.”
“It’s clear,” she said, still glaring out the window. Her chin trembled once, but then she stiffened her shoulders. “But it affected me deeply. I’ve struggled through life in ways you will never understand. Those experiences are why I knew it was dumb of me to talk to you that night, much less believe you were interested in me. Why would you be? The things you said sobered me up very quickly. You’re a rich older man who, while gorgeous and conversationally my equal, would never end up with a girl like me. I’m not from your class of people, Gideon. I never will be.”
She wrenched her hand from mine, scooted out of the booth, and ran out the door before I registered that she was gone.
I grabbed my wallet, throwing more than enough money on the table for the bill and tip. The text from earlier ran through my mind and I ran for the door, plunging into the darkness of the night to find Katie. As I jogged, I pulled the phone out and read the last text that came in.
“ This time you messed with the wrong person, Gideon
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