Page 118 of Endgame
Sigh. “I’ll be back in a sec, promise.”
“Take all the time you need.” She nestles the baby to her chest, where he sleeps undisturbed.
At the sight of these two together, the tightening in my heart hurts like no other.
I feel like the only person who’s ever folded me into his arms was Everett.
How sad is that?
Cormac turns his head to me as soon as I stand.
No more wallowing. It’s showtime. “I need to use the restroom.”
“Okay.” He shoves his phone into the pocket of his black suit jacket. “Let’s go.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, as in, I won’t pee if you’re there.” This excuse worked a handful of times on my parents’ bodyguards.
“I’ll wait outside.”
“I won’t be able to go if I know you’re there, period.”
He shakes his head, a sharp gesture that brooks no argument.
“For the love of God.” Showing, rather than telling, usually seals the deal. I spread my arms to the sides. “I don’t have a purse, any ID, or money on me. I have no one. Where and how exactly am I going to run?”
“Your parents could send one of their drivers.”
A mirthless laugh escapes me.
Seriously? Go to that nightmare of a house?
Yeah, right. Everett’s worst is the best time I’ve had in years.
My face saysI would never.
When it dawns on him that I hate my parents, Cormac’s expression verges on pity. I don’t need it, but this isn’t about my ego.
“Okay. You’re good to go, but be back here in ten.” Cormac slips to the side, away from the door. “Last thing I want is to come between you and my boss.”
“Got it.” My heels click on the floor as I hurry out of the room.
Doctors, nurses, and other staff members roam the halls of the hospital. New parents and family members are also present. A baby wails from one of the strollers.
The antiseptic smell almost makes me gag. I swallow my disgust.
My mission takes precedence.
I cut to the right, disappearing into a darker hallway. Out of Cormac’s line of sight and earshot.
A red-haired woman rolls her stroller, eyes half-closed. She looks nice but tired. Cormac wouldn’t dare harass her with questions about me. I hope not. That’d ruin my plans and would be incredibly inconsiderate of him.
“Excuse me, ma’am?” I whisper despite our nearness.
“Yes?” She rubs her green eyes with the back of her hand.
