The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 149

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“You move the car and I’ll be across the road in the park.” 

“Why can’t I just leave the car here?” 

“Because she knows I’m here if my car is here and I want her to think I’m gone.” 

“Gone where?” 

“To bury the bodies of people who ask too many dumb questions,” I whisper angrily. “Move 

it.” 

“Fuck’s sake.” 

I run across the road and go behind the hedges and ten minutes later he comes over to 

stand beside me. “Duck down,” I tell him. 

“She can’t see me. You duck down.” 

We both peer over the hedge. “Here she comes,” I whisper. 

“She can’t hear us. You don’t need to whisper.” 

“You’d be surprised,” I mutter as she comes into view. “This woman is bionic.” 

“Oh,” Mark whispers as he looks over her. “She looks beautiful today.” “Fuck you.” 

“Fuck you too,” he murmurs as we watch her. She smiles and waves as a man comes into 

view. He smiles and walks up to her. 

“Who the fuck is that?” I whisper. 

He bends and kisses her cheek. 

Im taking it that he’s the date,” Mark replies, “Just a hunch.” 

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o shit, Sherlock.” I watch them turn and walk off in the opposite direction. “Fuck me.” 

He’s good looking Mark shrugs. 

“Come on.” I begin to walk through the park. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Following them.” I hold my hands up. “Do you listen to me at all?” 

“Not if I can help it.” 

We stumble through the park while I keep peeking over the hedge. 

“Are they holding hands?” Mark asks. 

“Better fucking not be.” They walk around the corner with Mark and me hot on their heels and we watch them disappear into a restaurant. 

“What do we do now?” Mark asks. 

Hmm…. I look around and see a laundromat opposite. “This way.” We rush up the street 

and into the laundromat and I twist the pole on the venetian blinds to close them to the 

street, Mark and I peer through them. 

“Excuse me,” the lady behind the counter asks. “What are you doing?” “It’s a sting.” I peek through the blinds. “We’re in the Secret Service. 

Very important business.” 

Mark chuckles. “Fuck me.” 

“You can’t close my blinds like that.” 

“Watch me.” I peer across the street over at the restaurant. 

A customer goes to walk in the front door. “We’re closed.” I snap, “Come back later.” 

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k me.” 

He’s good looking.” Mark shrugs. 

“Come on.” I begin to walk through the park. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Following them.” I hold my hands up. “Do you listen to me at all?” 

“Not if I can help it.” 

We stumble through the park while I keep peeking over the hedge. 

“Are they holding hands?” Mark asks. 

“Better fucking not be.” They walk around the corner with Mark and me hot on their heels and we watch them disappear into a restaurant. 

“What do we do now?” Mark asks. 

Hmm…. I look around and see a laundromat opposite. “This way.” We rush up the street and into the laundromat and I twist the pole on the venetian blinds to close them to the street. Mark and I peer through them. 

“Excuse me,” the lady behind the counter asks. “What are you doing?” “It’s a sting.” I peek through the blinds. “We’re in the Secret Service. 

Very important business.” 

Mark chuckles. “Fuck me.” 

“You can’t close my blinds like that.” 

“Watch me.” I peer across the street over at the restaurant. 

A customer goes to walk in the front door. “We’re closed.” I snap, “Come back later.” 

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Oh….” He walks off. 

Listen, Mister.” The lady begins to get angry, “You cannot come in here and close my store.” 

Over in the restaurant the man puts his arm around Vee and my eyes widen in horror. 

“Get out,” the lady yells. 

I slap my credit card onto the counter. “Five thousand dollars for an hour.” 

“Are you serious?” she gasps. “Deadly. Ring it up.” 

Gabriel–Aged 33. 

“Jingle Bell Rock” by Bobby Helms rings out. The ground floor of the Ferrara Media building has been transformed into a winter wonderland. I’m at the Christmas party and I’m wearing a gray suit with a Santa hat, but I’m feeling anything but festive. 

My eyes skim the room again, just like they have at least a hundred times tonight.