Page 41 of Easy Steal
I felt like I hadn’t said so many words to a person in a long time. I don’t know what it was about her that made me feel comfortable, maybe I could see a reflection of myself in her, in some strange way.
I didn’t want to ruin that.
She was the only one who I had ever admitted anything to about Larissa, and something about her made me feel safe in being vulnerable enough to say the words out loud. Though, ever since she had asked, I had been wondering what I did see in Larissa.
Was I so emotionally stunted that I couldn’t even put it into words?
Or was it because things like this don’t need an explanation.
Valerie and Ren never needed to explain why they loved each other, why they wanted each other. They just were, and always had been, Ren and Val.
When you spoke about them, you put their names together.
Even in sentences, they belonged next to each other.
They wereforeach other, whether there was an explanation or not.
They weren’t alike in any way. They had next to nothing in common.
Yet they just fit together.
No explanation. No reasons.
“Anyway,” Liv turned around and grabbed the parcels off of the front desk that had been delivered this morning. She ripped open the packaging, “well, well, well,” she smirked.
“What?” I laughed.
“The parts for the Mini Cooper are here,” she waved them in front of my face, “shall we call Princess and tell her to bring her car in?”
I shrugged, “I guess.”
Livie rolled her eyes, “look mate, you have two weeks to make this work. You better milk it while you have me here. Call her to come in and I’ll be the most lovesick, annoying, clingy girlfriend you’ve ever had.”
“I doubt that,” I chuckled.
“Ooh,” she wiggled her eyebrows, “you haven’t even seen my worst yet.”
I smiled, as she ripped open the second packet.
“That was quick,” she smirked, pulling out a tiny piece of black plastic wrapped in another pouch of clear plastic, “I think we have everything we need.”
I grabbed one out of her hands as she emptied out the bulk pack of the trackers onto the table, running over them with her fingers.
“Are these the trackers?” I asked, squinting at one, “they’re tiny.”
She chuckled, “that’s kind of the point. They’re not supposed to be noticeable.”
I nodded, “so when will we plant them?”
“We can go tonight,” she said, spinning back around and typing on her computer, “I’ll set up everything on my end. With this many, it gets a little complicated. We’ll need to get inside of the cars to put in the Bluetooth connectors- then we’ll be able to hear them too.”
“That’s a lot of cars for one night,” I frowned.
“The sooner we get them in, the better.”
“Do you need to be there?” I asked.
She spun around again, frowning up at me, “why?”
