The cigar in my hand does nothing to relax me. I've avoided Constantine all afternoon, but I could feel him watching at Alexa when she wasn't looking. It's irritated me like an itch that I couldn't scratch. The fact that she kept looking at me wasn't enough to calm me. I knew she had no interest in him and, technically, she was just trying to help me.
A part of me was mad because the point she was trying to make landed. I thought I just thought of her as a really good partner that happened to also be a good lay. When she pointed out that the idea of her with my brother shouldn't bug me, she was right and at that moment I knew the truth. I cared more about her than I admitted. How much? I don't know yet.
Luckily, I was good at multitasking. I spent the afternoon and evening speaking to fa
