Characters from Heist Society belong to Ally Carter.
The day Nick met (and fell for) Katarina in Paris.
I have always been a quick-study. For most concepts, explaining it to me once is enough. That is why when I bargained with someone to not turn him in for robbing him in exchange for a class on the basic skills of thieves, one lecture was enough. I could pick a lock in lock in two seconds and pick-pocket someone clean underneath the careful watch of the mark's bodyguards. Many people told me I was a genius. I believed them, until I met her.
She is the daughter of the felon my Interpol mother has chased for months. He must be good because my mother is one of the best. He never leaves a footprint during any of his heists, yet he almost always succeeds. Even if he is compromised, he manages to get away without a trace. Only a few people know his name. Even fewer people know the name of his daughter, Katarina Bishop.
The number one rule among thieves is to never get too attached to any one thing or any one person. Yet, these rules seem to not apply to family I saw Katarina approach her father. They were obviously both very good because they fit in perfectly with the crowd. I had always wondered if he was Katarina's real father, but now I had no doubt. You could see it in their faces. There was something special about them that stood out to me. The way they held a serious conversation as if they were talking about the weather. The way they carefully took in their surrounds while looking nothing more than slightly bored tourists. Especially the way she especially stood out to me.
She obviously had no experience with boys, but still had a way of catching boys' attention. Yet, she seemed to never notice that she was actually attractive to men. Maybe she was unaware that she was even female, living and working in a world that was completely male-dominated. Yet, her unflattering clothes could not hide a body that high-end gyms and fitness products promised their clients. However, it wasn't her figure that drew me to her. It wasn't because my mother had an interest in her father. She just had something about her, an aura that no one could steal from her. Something that always made my heart skip a beat every time I saw her.
I made sure to walk right next to her on the street after she finished her conversation with her father, but I couldn't help myself when I tested how good she was when I reached into her pocket. I was disappointed. She never even noticed. As I walked back toward my hotel room, I decided to drop my silly crush on her. After all, she was a criminal, and not a very good one at that. I was better. Yet, as I opened the door to my room, I thought, maybe not.
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