He shrugged. “Unless you want more.”
“We’ll see.”
They fell into a connected silence as they drove across town and merged into traffic near the Youth Center. “I’ll call my doctor today,” Jules said.
“No rush,” he said.
“No. I think I should. If we are going to do this, then we need to be proactive,” she said. “Carly has already finished with her first trimester. Margot is due sometime in February or early March. If we want our baby to be close in age with theirs, then we shouldn’t delay because I don’t see Simone and Don Juan announcing anytime soon. Simone is freaking scared of getting fat.”
“Dear Lord,” Will chuckled. “Poor Don Juan.”
“Has he mentioned anything about wanting kids to you?”
“Not really.”
“Pepper didn’t say anything about Jett either,” she mused.
“I guess they’ll eventually join the baby movement or not.”
Jules looked at him again. “I’d like to keep this between us for a while, just until we are certain baby McLeod is viable,” she said.
“Like until after the first trimester the way Brand and Carly did?”
“Yes. Especially since we haven’t even started trying yet. If it clicks right away, that will put us closer to Easter before making an announcement,” Jules said.
Will turned on his turn signal and pulled over to the curb to let her out. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
“You be careful today. Our future children are depending on you so they can become a reality,” she said.
“Pressure. Pressure,” he groaned, but smiled as he leaned over to kiss her before she exited the SUV.
Twenty minutes later,Will parked and got out at Clint Rogers’ high-rise apartment building. There was no doorman, but there were three banks of elevators inside and twenty-four floors within the building. And Will wondered how a cop could afford living in a place like this. When he got to Rogers’ floor and knocked on the door, he soon found out.
The door opened to show a disheveled Rogers. His hair was uncombed, a day’s worth of stubble covered his cheeks and his wrinkled clothes suggested he might have slept in them. His expression, to say the least, was no welcoming.
“What do I owe the pleasure for this visit, McLeod?” Rogers drawled. “First I get called on the carpet by Internal Affairs because of the fight with Flynn and now here you are showing up at my door. What gives?”
“Commander Burns asked me to follow up about the fight, since Chambers and I pulled you and Dugan off of Flynn whenhe went down,” Will explained. “Just a few routine questions for our paperwork. May I come in”
“Paperwork?” Rogers said, stepping back. “We were off duty.”
“We were. But it was still a police function and that makes what happen a gray area that we have to handle carefully,” Will explained, and followed Roger’s into the small space that served as his living room. The apartment was actually a corner studio and so tiny he felt he was going to suffocate. He sat in the room’s only chair, “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
“Go ahead. What else do I have to do while I am on admin leave,” Rogers said sinking down on the arm of the loveseat since the space was too small for anything larger. “I think this whole thing is being blown way out of proportion anyway.”
Will’s temper hitched at Roger’s arrogance. “A man lost his life because you ran your mouth off,” Will said tersely. “If you hadn’t, don’t you think things might have turned out differently?”
“Maybe I don’t want to talk to you after all,” Rogers lurched to his feet. “It sounds to me like you think I’m guilty of Flynn dying.”
“I didn’t say that,” Will said. “But showing a little compassion would be nice.”
“He lunged at Dugan,” Rogers argued. “What the hell did you want me to do? Stand and watch? If anything, it was his fault.”
“Is that your statement?” Will asked.
“Yea. It is,” Rogers sat again and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Why’d you start talking about Monte Adams when you knew the man was a sore spot with Flynn?” Will demanded. “Especially when he was a teammate before a big exhibition game. To me, that doesn’t make sense. It would have made more if he were on a rival team and you wanted to get him riled up.”
