Quinn despised the tracking bracelet around her wrist. She understood Reif wanted to protect her. She wanted him to, as long as he allowed her to do exactly as she pleased. But this? This was some messed up controlling shit. What was next, a shock collar? As compromises went, she supposed it wasn’t so bad. He hadn’t forbidden her to leave the house without him. He hadn’t insisted she give up her job. But it was the principal of the thing that irked her. And his understanding behavior only increased her irritation. Every day she checked the phone Tony had sent with her, just in case. She stared at the envelope she was supposed to give to Reif when she arrived and asked herself if this was the day she’d hand it over. Then she’d shove both of them back in the padded manila envelope and push it to the back of the drawer. Her morning runs and the amount of time she spent alone each day gave her lots of time to think.
