Yes, it was the best thing we could do. I was glad Constantine didn’t fuss about my using him. Though considering his pride, I was confused. I wanted to ask, but the server came with wine. So, I held my question.
When the server left, Constantine asked, “What are you thinking? You wrinkle your forehead.”
“Uh, Stan, why weren’t you mad that I used you to deceive Ethan?”
“For two reasons. First, whatever can hurt Ethan, I will support it. Second, you chose me. It means something.”
“What do you mean?”
He grinned while lifting the wine glass to his lips. “Can’t you guess?”