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“Constantine?” Austin’s voice pulled me from the daze I had lulled myself into.
“Yeah buddy.”
“I gotta pee.”
“Ohhh. Can you hold it a bit longer?”
“Ummm.” There was a long silence. “No.”
I was expecting a “humph” or some other comment or noise of disdain, but to my surprise I didn’t. Instead I heard, “Of course, pal. Just a couple minutes, okay?”
“’kay.”
As promised we pulled over and he cut the engine.
“So you’re to keep on the blindfold, Robyn.”
“For god’s sakes,” I muttered under my breath. Personally, I had to pee like a race horse, but I gritted my teeth and held on. Surely wherever he lived wasn’t too far outside of the city.
He chuckled as he opened his door. He paused as if waiting for me to respond, but I refused give him the benefit. Even after the two of them returned from their potty break I remained quiet, unsure of what to say. Considering he was saving our lives I should be grateful to him, falling to my knees and lavishing him with my thanks. So, why wasn’t I? Where was all my bitterness toward him coming from? If anything he was the one who had the right to be angry with me, not the other way around. Either way, I remained quiet until the car slowed and the sound of a garage door slowly raising signalled our arrival.
“We’re here. You can take the blindfold off, Robyn.”
Not waiting a second, I pulled it up and over my head. The garage was a large four- car garage with two empty stalls, a silver Porsche in the first and a black Lamborghini in the furthest one back. “Business must be good.” It’s not like I wasn’t used to fancy cars – Gabriel had a collection including a Ferrari and pimped-out Escalade – but I didn’t expect to see that Constantine had the starting of one.
He got out of the car, grabbed our suitcases from the trunk and made his way to the door that took him into the house, Austin not waiting for my go-ahead, hopping out of the car and following his father. Turning, he looked directly into my eyes through the driver’s side window of the car. “Are you waiting for a written invitation?”
“Umm.” Damn. I ran a hand through my hair and undid my seat belt. Well, this is it, good or not the beginning of my new life, I mused as I opened the car door and exited the vehicle. Or the end of it, a voice in the back of my head chimed in.