Page 20 of Suck This

Nash took it, handed him some paperwork, and led the way outside.

I followed, making sure to bump into Corbin who was still pissed, and followed the two other men outside.

Nash peeled off and went to his car, and it was then I realized how green he looked. He must’ve crawled himself out of bed, and I grimaced. Poor guy.

“He’s okay.”

I blinked, surprised to find Constantine so close to me.

“What?”

“The sickness that he had… it’s gone now from his bloodstream. Food poisoning.”

“How did you know my brother was sick then?” I asked.

His gaze moved back to my lips, then went to my eyes.

“I heard you tell someone outside that he was sick. A partner of his.”

I nodded, my eyes going to his lips in return, but staying there when I couldn’t force my gaze to move up again.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked breathlessly.

We were so close that I was nearly touching him. I could feel him… the tingle that seemed to waft from his skin. It was like a pull of some sort, an electrical current that had me wanting to touch him. Run my fingers over his bristled jaw.

“Oh, I’ll make it.” He winked, then was gone before I could take my next breath.

One second he was there, and the next he wasn’t. It was like he’d disappeared in a cloud of fog and weaved his body into it as an illusion. Or something. Hell, I didn’t know what he just did.

If I had to guess, I would’ve said he was a freakin’ teleporter… but if that was the case, why would he have stayed in that jail cell when he didn’t have to?

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