Ryan Blackwood was losing his mind. He knew this with absolute certainty because Jason would not stop pointing it out every single second.
"You're pacing," Jason said.
Ryan ignored him, his boots clicking rhythmically against the hardwood floor of the private holding suite.
"You never pace."
Silence.
"You're usually the guy who makes other people pace."
Still silence.
Jason grinned, leaning back into his chair with a look of pure entertainment. "This is honestly incredible. I've never seen you sweat over anything."
Ryan stopped dead in his tracks, turning a sharp glare toward his cousin. "Would you like to die today, Jason?"
Jason looked thoughtful for a brief moment. "No, not particularly."
"Then stop talking."
"Can't," Jason shrugged. "The suspense is killing me anyway."
Ryan
