Chapter Seven
When Jack's phone beeped, he wished once again that he hadn't caved and bought a cell phone. He blamed his customers: too many had had last-minute changes to their orders, which he'd miss because he didn't have a cell phone. So he'd finally gotten a very basic flip phone that didn't have GPS or Internet or any of that nonsense.
It did, however, have texting capabilities. Which Luke Wright had been taking advantage of the moment Jack had let slip he'd gotten a cell phone.
Did you talk to Gwen yet? Luke wrote. She hasn't contacted me yet.
In the middle of his breakfast, Jack felt the eggs in his mouth turn to ash. How did he explain that Gwen was avoiding him still and that he didn't know how to get her to trust him again? I almost kissed her, she flipped out. Yeah, Luke wo
