CHAPTER 12
ARI
The sound of an engine interrupted Zach, and his truck turned into the driveway a second later with Kai at the wheel. Tyler followed behind in his own vehicle. The spell was broken, and that could only be a good thing.
“I’d better go and unload my boards,” Zach said. “You’ll be okay on your own for a few minutes?”
“I’ll be fine.” But old habits died hard. “You said earlier that I could borrow your phone—do you think…?”
“Sure.” He slid it across the counter, then opened the cupboard beside the refrigerator. “And here’s the Tylenol I promised.”
He poured me a glass of water too, added ice, and headed out the door, leaving me alone with his phone and a guilt complex. I’d snooped through a hundred phones in the course of my work, so why did I hesitate to pick up Zach’s tod
