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The burner phone I'd been using while playing Trina buzzed, tearing me away from the croissant I'd been eating for breakfast.
"It's Hubert," I said to the three guys who were all midway through making their own breakfasts.
"Answer it," Samuel suggested. "If you tie it up in a bow, he'll never connect the fake Monet with you, if he ever works it out in the first place."
I nodded and hit the green button.
"Trina, it's Hubert."
"Hi," I said, trying to sound as sad as possible.
"I'll pick you up at eight for a date. We have some celebrating to do," he said. It didn't escape my notice that he hadn't asked, instead, he'd told me what was happening.
"I'm so sorry, Hubert, I can't tonight. Dad's taken a turn for the worst and we think this might be the end for him." I sniffed loudly. I was going to hell for this. Never mind conning him out of money, this was the truly despicable part.
Oh well. It was too late to worry about it too much.
"You can't? That's a shame. Do you have any friends that might be interested in celebrating with me?"
My mouth fell open. Had he really just said that?
"I'm sorry, I don't." I made my voice tremble as if I was about to cry. "They're calling us in to see the doctor. Do you mind if I phone you back when I know what's happening with him?"
"Fine." The line went dead before I could say anything else. It was almost enough to make me laugh.
"That man really is a pig," I muttered. "Oh well, he's gone now. What's next?"
"We have a new mark," Dean said.
"Wow, you move fast," I observed.
"Jewellery and champagne cost a lot," Samuel teased.
"I can't take any more sick days off work," I pointed out. "I'm already pushing it with the two weeks I've had off for the fake flu."
"You just got one hundred thousand pounds in your bank account, you don't need to work again," Carl pointed out.
Oh. Right. I'd forgotten that I also got a cut.
"Great, in which case, I need to send an email, and then I'm ready to start planning." I pushed my croissant away, eager to get on with the next job. The thrill and danger wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before, and I wasn't going to give it up for anything. Especially not when it came with three perfect men in my bed.