Timofey and I walk back to Gram and Ashley, who are watching us with curiosity. I want to stay here with them. Even though Timofey said I have five minutes, I can’t help but feel like it’s a trap. The moment I turn my back, he’ll disappear with them.
But I don’t have the luxury of time. I have to trust that he’s a man of his word, even if he doesn’t think I’m a woman of mine.
“Ash, can I borrow your phone?”
She frowns. “Who are you calling? I still don’t know if my phone plan has international minutes.”
“This is a little more important than paying by the minute, Ash. I’ll fund the difference, I told you.”
“Don’t you have a phone?” she mumbles, pulling out her pink bedazzled phone and thrusting it into my hands.
I don’t waste time explaining that my phone is probably tucked in Timofey
