“You know,” he said. “Funny thing. When you didn’t make it home by ten, I tracked your phone.” I faltered, feeling the hair on my arms rise. He could track my phone? How long had he been doing that? “It told me that you were at the Cove.” He walked away and leaned against the counter, his eyes on me. “Funny thing is, the Cove closed at eight tonight, and when I drove out there, all I saw was Will Grayson’s truck in the parking lot.”
