Page 39 of Suck This

“I left the banquet at the High Horse at eleven thirty-four p.m. I arrived at my office building at precisely eleven forty-nine. From there, I went into my office. I can have my video feed pulled. It’ll clearly show that I arrived and haven’t left.”

You forgot to tell him that you can teleport.

Constantine turned and looked at me through the glass.

Was that a lip twitch?

Damn, that was sexy.

“Thank you. That’ll be super,” Corbin grumbled, sounding a little ticked off.

“Pauline,” Constantine called to his secretary. “Please offer any and all cooperation with Police Chief Powell regarding the video feeds of cameras one, two, three, and four.”

Pauline nodded regally like the badass she was, and I held my breath as Constantine turned to leave.

The breath left me in a whoosh as Constantine turned and walked away as every single man in the room watched him go.

“Wooo!” I jumped up and down. “Take that, Corbin the Cooter!”

Both men at my sides looked at me like I was crazy, and likely would’ve questioned me about it had Constantine not come in moments after that with a small smirk on his face.

“Corbin the Cooter?” he asked. “Really?”

I shrugged. “There’s a story there.”

I was sure he was going to demand to hear it, but Pavlov’s words stopped me from explaining.

“Do you want me to go get him and bring him here?”

“Yes,” Constantine said. I looked up to find him back inside the room. “Immediately.”

I blinked, wondering who he was going to go get, but froze when I felt Pavlov blink out just as easily as Constantine had done it only moments before.

Then, just as quickly, he was back… but not alone.

Fuck no. He had a dead goddamned body in his arms that was in the usual black body bag.

“What the fuck…” I breathed. “What are you doing?”

Pavlov didn’t answer, only set the body down on the coffee table that was in front of the clear window that led into the office.

Then he unzipped it, and my heart caught in my throat.

“They’re still collecting evidence on him!” I gasped, lifting my foot to take a step forward.

“No, don’t,” Constantine said with a hand on my belly. “It’s not safe.”

“What do you mean it’s not safe?” I growled, trying to take another step forward.

Constantine pulled me bodily up against him, dropping his mouth to my ear as he whispered furious words.

“You have no clue what’s going on here, little girl. So how about you sit down, be quiet, and not interrupt?”

My ire shot through me, but then he dropped his mouth to my neck, and my anger transformed straight to need.

“Later.”

I realized then that he knew exactly what I was thinking. Shit.

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