She must have slammed the bottle. Which meant the pill I’d slipped into the bottle on her counter when I was here earlier was in her system already. “Apparently. Is this what you do when you’re mad? Make drunk calls to your exes?” “Are you my ex?” she asked. “Because last time I checked, we’re both wearing our rings.” At that, I started up the stairs, as quietly as I could manage. “Constantine, are you still in my house?” she purred into the phone as I walked right through her kitchen, past her living room, and up the stairs to her bedroom. “What would you do if I was?” I growled. “Mmmm…
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