Her sudden movement was rather abrupt, and the way she searched him was far too obvious.
How could Timothy York possibly not notice?
Yet he just stood before her, letting her finish her search. She slowly withdrew her hand and looked up at him.
Only then did Timothy York bend down to set the bowl in his hands down. He reached out and gently took her hand. "Eat something first."
Summer Thorne quickly snatched her hand back and took a small step away. She kept her eyes on him. "Have you seen my phone?"
Timothy York didn't look up, merely saying, "Your phone? Didn't you throw it away?"
"I did," Summer Thorne said. "I just thought maybe you would have picked it up for me."
"I didn't."
"Oh," Summer Thorne replied, then asked, "What about your phone? Can I borrow it?"
"I don't have it with me."
"If you don't have it, how can anyone contact you?" Summer Thorne pressed.
"I don't need anyone to contact me."
At his words, Summer Thorne's heart skipped a few beats.
