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His expression turned to a playful smile. “You wouldn’t be going snooping through my underwear drawers, would you?” There was teasing in his tone, but it was hard to take it as a joke when what he was teasing me about was exactly what I’d done.
Fess up, a voice in the back of my head screamed. Fuck that, I screamed back at it.
I’d run to the bathroom, soap the living hell out of my finger and pray to God I could get it off that way. Then sneak into his room and return it. Shit. Leave it to me to get myself into these situations.
He started toward me.
“I’m just heading to the washroom. I’ll be right back. Would you like me to make supper?” I didn’t wait for his reply, spinning around, my hair whipping into my face. Pushing my hair out of my eyes, I practically ran up the stairs, tripping on one and catching my balance moments before I would have face-planted or even worse be sent tumbling back down the stairs.
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Constantine
That was… weird.
A frown creased my brow as I watched Robyn rush up the stairs. What in the fuck was wrong with her? With a shake of my head, I shrugged off my suit jacket and slung it over the armchair in the living room. But then again, she had been under an immense amount of stress recently…
Making my way into the kitchen I made a cup of coffee, courtesy of my handy Keurig machine. Once done, I made my way upstairs to check on Austin and find Robyn so we could have a discussion on the next steps. It was only a matter of time before the information that Robyn was gone and Gabriel’s right-hand man was dead on the floor of a train station bathroom got back to her husband. In combination with me not confirming the kill, Gabriel would have men out hunting down us both. I would have to get to him first before the ball started rolling and became difficult to stop.
My first stop was Austin. Peeking into the room that was set up for him, I had to grin. He was completely oblivious to my presence he was so engrossed in the game.
“Shoot!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air after someone shot him. He let out a loud huff of air in frustration, reset the game and began again.
Chuckling to myself, I proceeded to the washroom. As I came closer, I heard faint grunting sounds coming from within along with running water. What in the hell?
“Are you okay, Robyn?”
The sounds inside immediately stopped.
“Robyn?”
“Ummm. Yeah.” She sounded slightly out of breath.
“Are you okay? Sounds like you’re in pain or….” Constipated?
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Are you sure?” I wasn’t convinced, though whatever was going on in there I doubted I wanted to get involved with.
The water was shut off and a moment later the door was flung open to reveal a very flustered-looking Robyn. “Hi.” She raked her left hand through her hair. Her hand was a bright red like she’d been scrubbing at it.
“What did you do?” I reached for her hand, but just as my fingers clasped onto hers she pulled her hand back and thrust it into the front pocket of her jeans.
“Nothing, everything is good. All good. Nothing wrong.” She rocked back on her heels and gave me a forced smile.
She was a horrible liar. Craning my head, I looked over her shoulder and into the bathroom as if the room would give me a hint as to what she was up to. It didn’t.
“Hey, what’s on your shirt?” she asked, leaning into me, her green eyes narrowing.
“Huh?”
I was so focused on attempting to figure out what had been going on that I didn’t even clue in that she was now fingering the collar of my grey shirt.
“Is that blood?” She leaned in even closer as she stared at the drop.
Ahhhh shit.