CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ELISA
“What?” My jap drops as I gawk at the young woman behind the counter in the small phone sales and repair store. “I… are you sure?”
The woman whose nametag reads Mari is busy staring at Luke, and she doesn’t answer.
“Ma’am!” I snap.
She lazily turns in my direction. “Hmmm?”
“What did you say?”
“Oh, yeah, your phone is riddled with trackers. Location tracker, keystroke recorder, voice recorder. You could have gotten this thing from James Bond. I hate to say it…” Her eyes flick to Luke and she seems to lose focus again. I get it. He’s not flashy, but he’s got an appealing look.
Something hot and unpleasant flickers in my guts. “It would be a good idea for you to finish your sentences before you ogle my boyfriend.”
She narrows her eyes and flips a long strand of
