to the gauzy light coming through her window and tilted it left to right, like she was looking for a way in. “Believe me, I’m the same.”
“You’ve caught her paranoid tendencies?”
“You could say we contracted them from the same source.”
“Get rid of it, Samira. The guy said something about GPS tracking.”
She squinted at it. “This won’t take a second.”
“What won’t?”
“It might be useful to find out what this guy knows, where he’s been. If they can GPS-track it, so can I.”
“How long will that take?”
“A minute or two. I’ll download a backup app and sync everything to the cloud—GPS data, phone calls, texts... I can sift through it later.”
“Just you do that. It’s not password-protected, then?”
“Looks like a swipe pattern,” she said, pulling off a glove. “Which is only effective if you wipe the screen after each use.” She flicked a fingertip in a Z shape and the screen lit up. “You see?”
Oh, he did see. Nothing sexier than a smart brain. And the longer she used it for techie stuff, the less time for awkward after-the-morning-after conversations. With luck, they’d get through the next few hours with no chance to even reference their...liaison. Just so long as he didn’t go kissing her again. Self-control wasn’t his strong point but he could at least manage that, dopamine or not.
Right?
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.