He clutched her phone in his firm grasp, his knuckles white from squeezing the device. He stared at the screen as if it had somehow personally offended him.
“Can I have my phone back?” Tara asked as she held out her hand.
His eyes flicked up to her and then back down to the phone. Tara felt something cold rush over her at the anger she saw reflected in those sea blue eyes. Whatever he saw on her phone was enraging him. The tension she’d felt moments ago had changed into a force pressing down on her.
“Elias,” she said, trying to make her voice sound firm despite the fact she was feeling anything but confident. “That’s my phone, and whatever you’re reading is private.”
“You’re going on a date,” he began and let out a slow breath before continuing, “with him?”
“What?” She’d had enough. S
