“Bean, I’m so sorry. I didn’t have service. I was in France.” I pause and frown. “But how did you know I was back…?”
“Because I’ve been obsessively refreshing your location, you ding-dong. The second your cell came back online and pinged a tower, I came to find you. That’s the only reason I knew you were even alive.”
I gawk at her in disbelief, but she rolls her eyes like I’m overreacting. “I’m a reporter, Rae. It’s literally my job to find people who don’t want to be found.” She crosses her arms. “Also, you’re my best friend, and I was concerned that Lukas Lazarev had murdered you and dumped your body in the French Riviera.”
The mention of Lukas’s name makes me squeamish in a way I’m not ready to examine. “Well, he didn’t murder me,” I say weakly. “Obviously.”
“Ob-vi-ous-ly,” Jillian
