“Oh.” He glances over the banister, and I’m leery of his smile. “I put a tracker on your phone, so if you decide to try and pay me back for hitting your ex, and not show up to my game, I’ll be able to find you.” My mouth drops as I stare at the device in my hand. “You are unbe—” “Unbelievable,” he finishes for me. “I know. I’ll show you later how unbelievable I really am.”
