Page 149 of The Heart You Kept

“Good evening, Miss Sorenson,” his voice purrs.

The sound of his deep, velvety voice gives me butterflies. “Hi.” I swoon.

You already said that.

I screw up my face, for once in your life just act cool.

“I called to see if you got home from Paris safely.”

“I did. Thank you.” I glance at the clock, 8:12 p.m. “Where are you?”

“In bed.”

I get a vision of him all naked and sleepy, wrapped up in blankets.

“Already?”

“I had hardly any sleep last night, I’m exhausted.”

Oh…I wonder did he see Hermione again after he called me, or…?

“Can you do something for me?” he asks.

I smile as excitement runs through me, is he going to ask me out on a date? “Sure.”

“Check your handbag.”

“What?” I frown, not at all what I expected the favor to be. My excitement dissipates.

“I want you to check your handbag.”

“For what?”

“I think Pascal has planted a tracker in your purse.”

“What?” I screw up my face. “No he hasn’t.”

“How did he know where you were last night?”

“It was a coincidence.”

“No. It wasn’t. In the entire city of Paris, he ran into you yesterday and then stayed at the exact same hotel and then crashed you at dinner last night.”

Hmm, come to think of it, that is a little weird.

“Humor me,” he says. “Put me on FaceTime and let’s go through your purse.”

I have a green mask on my face and a treatment in my hair, I look like a greasy alien. “No, I will just look while I talk to you.” I put my phone on speaker and get up and retrieve my purse. “I’m telling you, there is no tracker in my purse. He’s not like that.” I begin to look through it. “What am I even looking for?”

“An AirTag or something that isn’t yours.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, something that’s different. Not yours.”

“Nope.” I dig to the bottom. “Nothing here.”

“Take the items out one by one and then feel in the lining.”