(Tracey’s POV)
The next morning, Ron injected the tracking chip into my shoulder. I wasn’t thrilled about this, but I could see the need for the extra precaution. After that, we went to breakfast at different restaurants.
I had to keep up the appearance that I was alone, so I ate in the hotel restaurant again after checking out. The guys actually checked out about thirty minutes before I did to give themselves time to find someplace else to grab food.
After that, I headed off again. This change in plans was actually helping my nerves. I didn’t feel so alone anymore, knowing they were right behind me. Originally, they were going to simply follow the same route as I was. We’d agreed on a half-day’s delay, but last night Lucas explained that they changed the plans because they all agreed
