Arya
What if you build him one?
Dom
Can you build a lab in your house in New York City? I feel like drug enforcement might take issue. Also, she said supervision.
Arya
Scientists can be kidnapped and made to supervise.
Me
True.
Dom
You need to stop reading kidnapping and stalker books. That’s not romance, that’s a felony.
Timotheé
Like none of us have ever committed a felony.
Dom
Exactly. I live it. I don't want to read it.
I kept checking my phone. Because I still hadn’t heard from Hale. Not even anI’m on the traintext.Worry pooled in my belly.
Still, I continued making dinner, hoping Hale would walk through the door at any moment. Right now, I was mashing the potatoes.
Carlos wrapped his arms around me from behind. “That smells delicious. Is it ready?”
“Almost, but he’s not here. According to the tickets he bought, he should be home by now.” I still couldn’t feel anything.
“Oh.” He looked at his phone and frowned. “He hasn’t texted. Maybe the train is late?”
I shook my head as I added more milk. “No. I checked. He hasn’t answered my texts or calls.”
“Okay. Maybe he took a later train and didn’t tell us because his phone is broken? I don’t get the sense he’s in trouble. Or sad orangry.”
“Same. Still, I’m worried. Do you track Hale on your phone? I don’t have any tracking apps on my phone because Saoirse is paranoid. Though she can track my phone in an emergency. It is ultra-super encrypted.” I put a whole bunch of butter in the pot and mashed some more.
“Maybe we should get you two phones? Or simply one of those little tracker things that overzealous alphas buy their omegas? I think there are under the skin ones that you can tattoo over to help keep them from being detected,” he offered as he fiddled on his phone.
Well, that was a random bit of information I didn’t expect him to have. But it was a thing.
“If it makes you feel better to put a tracker in me and tattoo over it, I’m fine with that. But what about Hale’s location?” I couldn’t push away the sense that something wasn’t right.
“We should set up a Location Finder group. Oh, Saoirse probably has an encrypted phone too?” he asked.
“She has a normal one and her special phone. But I lose phones, which is why I only have one,” I explained.
“That’s fair.” He nodded as he got on his phone. “I’ll start setting it up. But he’ll have to accept.”
So that was ano.
“That smells wonderful, what time is supper?” Saoirse asked.