"Did I? Macy asked, turning around to face him. She handed him a beer, assuming that he'd want one (he looked a little stressed) and frowned. "I lost my phone, so maybe someone else texted you from my phone." Strange. It was probably fairly obvious by anyone who might have found her phone that it was, in fact, her phone. She had pictures on it of herself. Her numbers were of clearly of people she sees on a regular basis... Why would someone find it and text him, and not try and contact her.
She took a sip of water as she mulled that thought over. "What did it say?"