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“Your parents have predictably assumed that you’ve been kidnapped, crazy fuckers.”
“But I sent them that email telling them I was going on vacation.”
“Yeah but of course they think your kidnappers forced you to write that, especially when they realized that your phone was off,” she said. “One of your security goons tracked me down to ask if I’d heard from you and I assured them that I’d spoken to you and that you were having the time of your life on vacation and you were not in any trouble. But your parents went to the FBI anyway.”
“Fuck. Get this. You know how we could never figure out how my security team always showed up everywhere?”
“Yeah.”
“Jenny figured out that they were tracking me on my phone, my watch, and with an AirTag in my wallet. I had no idea.”
“That sounds like something your bodyguards would do,” my friend noted. “I probably should have thought of that before.”
“What should I do about my parents?” I asked.
“Well, I don’t think another email would work. And they didn’t believe me when I said you were fine. If you call them from your phone or the hotel they’ll track you down and ruin your trip, so that’s not a good option.”
Katy paused. “Where are you now?”
“Somewhere in South Dakota,” I replied.
“That’s perfect. Pick up a burner phone and give them a call but wait until you’re in the boonies away from cell towers. Call from someplace where you have like one bar, and keep the call super quick, less than a minute so they can’t trace it. Then get moving east.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
My eyes met Jenny’s and I knew she was trying to piece together what was happening. “Anything else I should know?”
“No but there’s something I want to know. Anything happening between you and that hot driver?”
My eyes bounced back to Jenny, and I felt a flush rise up my face. “What? No.”
“Too bad, I would totally hit that and I’m not even a lesbian. Mostly.”
“Katy,” I laughed. “You’re crazy.”
“I’m just saying, there’s nothing like a vacation fling. And hotel sex is the best.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
Damned if I didn’t want to though. When I woke up pressed against Jenny this morning it was all I could do not to roll over and ravish her. I wasn’t sure if she actually wanted to be ravished. I also didn’t know how a person went about ravishing another person, but I was willing to try.
“Listen, I’m going to let you go, but don’t linger in South Dakota, okay? And whatever you do, don’t attract attention. Stay off social media too.”
“Got it. Thanks Katy, love you.”
“Love you more,” she said cheerily. “Remember what I said about hotel sex.”
She hung up and I handed Jenny’s phone back to her with a deep sigh.
“What’s the matter?” Jenny asked, studying me carefully.
“I need to get a burner phone.”
“Okaaay…” She stretched out the word.
“What’s a burner phone?”
We went downstairs to check out, having no choice but to report Jenny’s broken bed to the desk clerk.
