And so forth. With them sounding more desperate the longer I don’t reply.
So…yeah.
I can almostguaranteehe stuck a tracking app on my phone. The timing is too damned coincidental.
Motherfucker.
I’m torn between creeped out and completely, deeply in love with the stalky fuck. Because that means he’s been keeping tabs on me pretty much daily. How else to explain him almost immediately picking up on my absence?
He can’t.
It also means I can’t turn on my phone.
And it means Kev hasn’t said anything to Leo about me being back. Neither have Secret Service.
While I could afford to buy a new phone and activate it, and get around the tracking software by transferring the number, it’s now the principle of the matter. Why should I buy a new phone just because Special Agent McStalkyFuck bugged mine?
I guess I really shouldn’t be throwing shade at Elliot over how he handles emotional issues, huh?
Or throwing stones at my own glass house.
Then I have a thought and log into my cell phone account.
Yep. The night I left Tallahassee with Elliot, about three hours after I turned my phone off, I have a text from Leo. I can’t see the actual text messages, just times and numbers of inbound and outbound calls and texts.
I have another text the next morning, and that afternoon. Plus, a call.
The next day, another text, and another call.
Three calls, and a text.
Five calls, and four texts.
And so forth. It gets a little—okay, alot—more obsessive from that point on.
My heart is trying to persuade me to call him, right now, or at least e-mail him, and let him know what’s going on.
But does Leo want me because he loves me, and he’s contacting me because he’s worried about me? Or am I some safe known quantity, a possession he’s lost contact with and needs to retrieve?
Oh, sure, call me out for being a petty bitch.
You’re right.
I am.
Fortunately, being petty is going to make me a damn good gatekeeper for the future president of the United States.
I shut off my tablet and return to bed. Man, I’m glad Elliot’s sound asleep.
Because then I’d have to explain why the hell I’m smiling.
