Chapter Sixteen
Later, sitting in the car, Orla mumbled, “It’s not working.” She slapped the screen of the portable tracking device without mercy.
“Gentle, baby. Not everyone would make love to you after you slapped him across the face.” Lorcan chuckled.
“It’s an object, not a person. I don’t make love to an object, and I can hit an object as much as I want.” She slapped at the device again.
“Give it to me.” Lorcan reached for the device.
“No, you’re driving. I don’t want you to turn us into corpses.”
“Want an IT solution to the problem?”
“What?”
“Turn it off and on.”
Orla rolled her eyes and turned the device off. Then she turned it on. It made a ‘bing’, sound and a blue dot appeared on the screen.
Lorcan laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
Orla slapped his shoulder. “
