Page 15 of Widow

His face paled slightly. It wouldn’t have been noticeable if he hadn’t been sitting at the same table as me. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.

“You know nothing about me.” I watched him carefully as he looked at his watch and then looked back up at me. “Aren’t you worried the spiders are going to come out while you’re working? That would be some shitty luck for your patients.”

I couldn’t believe this guy. He had some nerve sitting here, putting me down, but then he couldn’t take it himself? I was a firm believer in you get what you give. You give me shit, I throw it right back at you. It was how I was raised.

Even though I had been away from home for almost fifteen years, I still had the fight in me.

Just not when it came to the spiders.

“It’s fine. What are you exactly?” I took the last bite of my food and then stood to throw my plate away. He stood too. “You’re definitely not a security guard. How did you even know where I worked in the first place?”

“In a way, I am a security guard. And I have my ways of finding out things.”

Fancy suits. Expensive watch. Dark expression. Maybe this guy was in the Mafia.

“Whatever you say, Lou. If that’s even your real name. You definitely don’t look like a Lou.”

"And what exactly does a Lou look like?" His lips quirked slightly at the corners like he was about to smile. Maybe he wasn't so stone-cold.

"Fat and balding. Probably with clammy skin." I shuddered.

"There are plenty of attractive Lou's in the world. Camellia." He said my name as if it pained him. I was surprised he remembered it.

"Do share. What issue do you have with Camellia? Do you have an ex with the same name?"

His frown deepened. "I need to get back to work."

He walked out of the room without another glance in my direction.

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