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A vibration
in his pocket caused Sands to wake up.
He dug his out his phone and answered it quietly, as not to wake Grace.
“Got something
for me?” he asked softly, knowing it would be Harold.
“More than
you probably want at the moment,” Harold said.
“Why are you whispering?”
“What the
hell are you talking about?”
Harold
chuckled. “So she hasn’t opened up her legs
or anything else for you, huh?”
Why
hasn’t she said anything? Why is she… “She’s loaded?” he asked, avoiding saying
anything about Harold’s rude question, though Sands never would have found it
rude before.
“Yeah,
really makes me wonder why she decided to take a measly ten grand to take care
of your sorry ass for the week.”
A setup? Christ, is this all some sort of fucking setup? “Where’s her money come from? Does she have a record or…”
“She’s
clean, Sands. But this Michael just
showing up at your door…”
“I’ll call
you later.” Sands hung up the phone and
left it on his bed. She’ll come
clean – now. My usual
interrogation methods aren’t an option – have to try something new. He made his way back to Grace’s bed and
crawled in beside her.
“Missed
you,” he heard her sleep-filled voice say.
What? All right, that proves it. All of this is a fucking se up. Set me up and watch me fall?…That’s my job. “Missed me?”
“Mm
hm.” Her eyes still closed, she found
his body and tried to get back into the position she had been in earlier, but
Sands wouldn’t let her. “What’s wrong?”
“Can you
wake up for a bit, Gracie?”
Grace
opened her eyes and sat herself up.
“Jeffrey, what’s going on?”
He smiled
at her, his eyes closed. “I just want
to talk to you, if that’s all right.”
Grace
smiled back at him. “Of course it is.”
“You know,
I opened up to you about my fuck up father and my sister, but all I know about
you is that you came here to get away from the fucker that wound up following
you.”
Grace’s
eyes lit up. “You mean you want to know
more than that?”
Sands
wrapped his arms around her. He lowered
his mouth to her neck and lightly kissed her.
“I want to know everything about you,” he whispered. He was positive that his technique was going
to work.
“And I
get?” she asked, teasing.
“Whatever
you want, Gracie.”
You,
Jeffrey…all I want is right here. She
shut her eyes tightly for a moment, shaking away the thoughts. Can’t have you though – you’ll be gone in
a few days and you’re really nothing more than a guy I’ve been sleeping
with…right?
“Gracie?”
“Hm?” She realized that she’d been silent. “Oh, sorry…so, where do you want me to
start?”
“What do
you do for a living?” Let the lies
begin.
“You’ll laugh,”
she said softly.
“I
won’t.” His tongue traced around her
ear. “I promise.”
“I own and
run a shop.”
“Care to
elaborate on that?” he chuckled.
“I’m a
movie geek,” she confessed. “What I run
is a shop that specializes in memorabilia and things that people pay far too
much for on Ebay.”
“And how’s
business?”
“Not too
bad…not too good either. Honestly, I do
it because I like doing it, not because I need the profits.”
“Everyone
needs profits, Gracie.”
Grace
pulled away from Sands. “Really,
Jeffrey, I don’t. I’m sort of, well,
financially well off.”
He acted
surprised. “You don’t say.”
Grace
sighed. “My father worked in the
diamond district in New York City. He
died of Cancer a few years ago and I…got everything.”
Why is
she telling me this? Does she know that
I know something? “Grace, if you
have no money troubles, then why are you here now, hm?”
Shit,
what am I supposed to say to that? I
can’t possibly love this guy. I don’t
know him well enough…but maybe that’s why I…
He kills! He could be lying
about everything – everything!
Hell, he could work for…
No. This is just me being a
chicken shit about absolutely everything.
People meet and marry in a day, so why is it so ludicrous that I could
actually be falling in love with some rogue CIA agent that had his eyes yanked
out of his head. Oh, right, that entire
thought is just pure insanity…
She
can’t answer me… “Gracie, you
O.K.?”
“I tried to
think that it was about the money, I really did, even though I don’t need
it. It was more like an adventure
though, you know? I mean, I find some
guy on the street – who I honestly think I won’t be able to stand – but I get
offered a…”
Sands’
voice took on a harsh tone. “Jesus,
Grace, do you think that losing my sight takes away my ability to see through
people?”
“What?”
“An
adventure? What kind of lame ass story
is that? This isn’t some fucking
movie! Why are you here?”
Tears began
to roll down her cheeks. “Well, it was
because of you, but now I don’t think that’s the case.”
“Me?” Sands
laughed, coldly. “That’s even less
believable.”
Grace’s
temper flared. “You’re a fucking
lunatic, Sands!”
Sands?
“Someone
has feelings for you and knows damn well that you have them too and you try to
turn everything into something that’s meant to fuck with you!”
“You have
fucking ‘feelings’ for me? This is the
shit you’re trying to pawn on me?”
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