Hidden Truths (Perfectly Imperfect #3)

“Yes. Please.”

“Okay.” She laughs. “What do you need? A present?”

“I need everything,” I say.

“Everything?”

“Yeah. A friend is staying with me, and she lost her luggage. She needs everything.”

“No problem. What size?”

I stare at the lady, who probably thinks I’m an idiot. “A little over five feet or so. Around ninety pounds. Does that help?”

“Shoes as well?”

“Yes. I’ll have to ask the size for that.”

“Sure. Do you want to pick, or do you want me to do that for you?”

I look over at all the racks and shudder. “You pick. Jeans, T-shirts, a jacket. Casual stuff.”

“Okay. How many of each?”

“Let’s say for a month.”

“Socks, underwear? I’ll need the bra size.”

“Hm. Medium?”

She laughs and shakes her head. “Let’s make it sports bras. Those are stretchy.”

“Yup, that would work.”

“Perfect. I’ll start collecting your things. You can wait there, or you can go to the store next door and get her some cosmetics if she needs any.”

“I’ll do that. Please make sure you pick the good stuff. No budget limit.”

I shoot Felix a message, asking about Angelina’s shoe size, and head into the neighboring shop. When I tell the attendant what I need, she starts asking me questions about skin and hair type, as if I’m supposed to know that crap. So I just tell her to give me one of everything.

Thirty minutes later, I find myself standing next to my bike with dozens of bags in my hands. I should have brought the car, but I didn’t think of that. I end up calling a cab to take the bags back to the house and head home.

Chapter 5

“This is great.” I point to the meatballs on my plate and stuff another one in my mouth.

“Finally, someone who appreciates what I do around here,” Felix grumbles and continues putting away the dishes from the dishwasher.

I take the opportunity to look around. The kitchen is rather big, with a dining table by the window on the left side. The house itself is not that large, though. Two bedrooms on the upper floor, and a huge living room and kitchen on the ground floor. It’s a nice place with new, modern furniture, and it looks lived in. One thing I find strange is there are no photos of any kind. Anywhere.

“Do you live here?” I ask.

“In the apartment above the garage.”

“Nice.” I look over my shoulder at the front door, calculating the distance. Felix seems rather fit, but he’s old. I doubt he would be able to stop me if I can catch him unaware. If the door is unlocked, I should be able to slip away.

“Don’t,” Felix says, and my head snaps back to him.

“What?”