“Thanks for that. I’ll leave you to it. The officer shouldn’t be long.”
“Okay, no problem.”
She closes the door behind herself, leaving me alone. I’m glad I wore the sweatshirt, as it’s pretty chilly here. I fold my arms and lean on the table while waiting for the officer. I sigh loudly and pull my phone from my bag when I realize it’s taking longerthan I thought it would. I check the time. I’ve been waiting here for over fifty minutes.
I toss the phone back in my bag and stand up, stretching out the kinks. Those chairs are not built for pregnant women, that’s for sure. I walk around the room, letting my blood circulate, before taking a seat once more.
After another twenty minutes, I start to get pissed. I could have just as easily come in tomorrow if they were busy. I grab my water but only take a sip because I already need the toilet. I tap my fingers on the tabletop and hum a tune to break up the boredom before my bladder really starts to make itself known.
It’s another fifteen minutes before I know I won’t be able to hold myself much longer. I eye the door, but the last thing I want is to accidentally end up in some off-limits area and find myself in trouble. I google the station’s phone number and call reception.
When they answer, I barely manage to bite back a growl. “Look, I came here to ID a suspect, but I’ve been sitting in this room for hours. I’m tired, cold, and pregnant, which means my bladder is about to explode. If someone doesn’t come and fetch me, I’m going to leave a puddle on the floor.”
“Ma’am, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“My name is Hazel Burton. I’m sitting in one of your freaking interrogation rooms or interview rooms, whatever the heck they’re called.”
“I’m sorry. Can you hold for a second?”
Before I can say anything, annoying music pipes through the phone. I hang up and barely refrain from throwing my phone across the room.
After a few minutes, the door opens, and a woman walks in, looking shocked. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know anyone was here.”
“At the moment, I don’t care about the details. I just really need to pee.”
“Oh, of course. Please come with me.”
I grab my bag, unwilling to risk leaving it, and follow the woman out. She walks me down a corridor and turns to say something when a male voice barks out, “What is she doing here?”
I frown as the woman jumps and looks around. “She needed the bathroom, sir.”
“Well, she’ll just have to wait. We don’t have all damn day.”
“Excuse me?”
“No, I don’t think I will. I don’t have time to deal with lovers’ tiffs and?—”
I cut him off with a snarl. “I don’t know who you are, and right now, I don’t care. My baby is jumping on my bladder, and I am two seconds away from pissing myself. If you don’t let me use the facilities, I’m going to call every goddamn news outlet in the city.”
“What’s going on here?” a man in a suit barks before a familiar voice wraps itself around me.
“Legs?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Midas
The relief hitsme so hard I stagger back a little. And then before anyone can say anything, I’m moving. Not a damn person is going to stop me from reaching her.
I yank her into my arms, ignoring her gasp as I hold her tightly to me and breathe her in.
“Oh, thank fuck. I thought something had happened to you. Jesus fuck.”
She looks up at me in shock, and it’s the opening I need. I slam my mouth down over hers and kiss her, silencing her protests until I hear a snarl from behind me.
“I should arrest you both for wasting police time.”
“Neither of us did anything wrong. And from the sounds of it, you’re the one who’s been wasting time. How long have you been here for, Legs?”
