Besides, she really did have to pee. “And if I grab him and Prime him I can think stuff to him.” She held up her phone. “Plus, I always have the translation app.” She reached for her door handle. “Not to mention I have you in my ear. You can feed me lines and translate for me. Roll in if I yell for you.”
“Wait… Are you actuallytrustingme todriveyourcar?”
She threw him another glare. “Onlyif I tell you to. Youdoknow how to drive a stick, right?”
“Well, yeah, but it’s been a while.”
She handed him the key fob. “Don’t grind the goddamned gears,” she growled. “You burn out my clutch or so much as put a scratch on it, I will neuter you with my bare hands and Malyah won’t have to worry about birth control. And don’t adjust the mirrors or anything. Seat only.”
Truth be told, shereallyhad to pee now. The guy in the office perked up a little when he saw her. She smiled and pointed at the door to the public bathroom there in the lobby, and asked if she could use it. He shook his head and opened the locked door at the end of the counter to wave her in and around to the private bathroom in the tiny apartment he apparently occupied that was located in the back of the office.
Spotless.
That’s more like it.
She’d just started going when she heard Joaquin’s laughter in her ear.
“Gee, boss. Thanks forthataudible.”
She cut off the low growl rumbling from her. “You mention this toanyoneand I swear, Joaquin, Iwillneuter you. I mean it.”
He laughed harder. “It’s okay, boss. Everyone pees.”
She quickly finished and washed her hands, returning to speak to the man behind the counter.
No, he hadn’t seen anyone since they’d left. And yes, Dewi was welcomed to wait in the air-conditioned office.
Plus, he offered her a dish of homemade flan while she waited, which she gratefully accepted.
God, I love Miami.
“That’s just mean, Dewi,” Joaquin groused in her ear. “Now I want flan.”
“Sucks to be you then, doesn’t it?” She turned away from the counter and toward the window, keeping her voice low after loudly slurping down another spoonful of the decadent custard. “Sometimes, it’s good ta be da preggo Prime, dude.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
DEWI
At 11:55 an old,beat-up Impala pulled into a parking spot one door down from the room, and Dewi perked up.
“You see that?” she asked Joaquin over the radio, already moving toward the office door.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m watching.”
When the male driver stepped out—not Henry, unfortunately—he looked at the housekeeping cart parked right in front of the door and took several steps toward it. Dewi exited the office and sprinted toward him.
“Drive over,” she ordered Joaquin.
Before the man could even reach the housekeeping cart, Dewi swooped in and grabbed his arm, immobilizing him.
“Where’s Henry?” she asked.
He shook his head and she realized he didn’t speak English.
She plucked the room key from his hand as she turned and looked at his car. “There’s no baby in the car, Joaquin.”
“Fuck!”
