Because I may or may not be tracking your location.
My heart skips a beat at that admittance as I type out a response.
Me:
Umm, excuse me?
Steele:
Relax. It’s purely protective. You’re everything to me, lucky charm.
My fingers hover over the keyboard for a beat too long.
This man.
Me:
Okay.
Steele:
So… you didn’t answer my question. Where are you?
I hesitate for half a second.
Me:
Outgetting coffee.
Technically, it’s not a lie.
Steele:
You do know there’s coffee at the penthouse, right? Like, a whole bag of your favorite beans?
Me:
Sometimes a girl needs a change of scenery.
Steele:
You sure it’s not that you’re already missing me?
Me:
Don’t start, Sanderson.
Steele:
Too late. We both know you’re my favorite person to mess with.
Me:
What an honor.
Steele:
You should feel honored. So… are you alone?