[Love? Ha! Don't make me laugh!] Jillyanna snickered mentally, her internal voice dripping with icy sarcasm as she processed his breathless declaration. [Didn't you explicitly state just weeks ago that you weren't taking me seriously? Did you really think I didn't find out about that little revelation? What an absolute, unmitigated dumbass!]
Internally, she was tearing his theatrical performance to shreds, systematically picking apart every drop of sentimentality in his voice. Yet externally, she forced a serene, perfectly pleasant smile onto her face. She was well aware that it was solely due to the custom tracking mechanism embedded within his gift that his team had managed to pinpoint her location so quickly in the woods.
Realizing the sheer efficiency of the device, however, brought on a sudden, throbbing headache. How on earth was she supposed to orchestrate a clean escape now that she was physically tethered to a high-tech locator locked securely around her wrist?
