Chapter Twenty-Five
Flynn
“Which street?” I asked.
“That one,” Elias replied, pointing ahead.
We were in Anchorage for an unexpected trip to fetch a plane part that had arrived. We’d just picked it up and then stopped to grab lunch at what Elias claimed was the best burger place in Anchorage.
Not much later, we were enjoying our lunch when I felt a presence beside our table. Glancing up, I looked into the cool eyes of Daphne’s mother. I could feel Elias’s eyes on me before his gaze shifted back to Daphne’s mother and then to his plate. He remained silent, taking a bite of his burger and chewing.
I repeated the same question I’d asked Daphne’s mother when she appeared a few days earlier at the resort. “Can I help you?”
I figured that was really polite of me under the circumstances. N
