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“You’re fucking with me.”
“Cheese. You wound me. Would I fuck with you over something as serious as—”
Nick cut himself off at the glare Phil sent his way, laughing. “Okay, yes I would, but right now, no. I am not fucking with you. He’s alive. He’s an ice cube, but he’s alive.”
He knew the moment Phil realized Nick was serious; his mouth fell open, his face paled and his eyes widened. Then Phil smoothed down his tie and cleared his throat, schooling his face into indifference.
“Tell me everything,” he demanded.
Nick smiled. This was gonna be fun.