Page 70 of I Replaced His Husband
RAIN
As the four of us headed toward the car, Marco and Adam took the front seats again, while Kay and I got in the back like before. This time, I slid in first, and Kay walked around to the other side and sat down close beside me, our thighs touching. I glanced at him, but he didn’t say a word, lost in thought. Slowly, I lifted my arm to wrap it around his shoulders. He let me keep it there the entire ride, which felt good. Since the attack, he'd been more open to touching me, leaning on me more than ever before, but I didn’t want to overdo it.
Marco, behind the wheel, glanced at us with a small, knowing smile. He seemed not to mind how much closer Kay and I had gotten.
It wasn’t long before we pulled into the lot outside the police station. No one had said a word the whole way there. We were all carrying a lot.
As we approached the entrance to the building, I noticed two policemen, both alphas in their thirties, standing at the top of the stairs.
They stared hard as we walked in, mostly at Kay. Their nostrils flared as they caught his pregnant scent, eyes locked onto his face with unsettling intensity. It was like Kay was the only one they could see. The rest of us might as well have been invisible.
Marco exchanged a few words with an older officer sitting behind a small window in the waiting area. Then we were told to wait in one of the side corridors for Deputy Johnson. We sat silently on a bench until the deputy arrived, accompanied by another man, a large alpha, who he introduced as Detective Moor.
"Detective Moor will be taking your statements. I’ve got some other matters to attend to," he said in a flat voice.
"I’ll start with Marco and Adam Darnell," Moor announced, giving us a once-over.
He was my height, maybe a bit broader in the shoulders, with a cold, gruff look that instantly made me uneasy.
"Don’t they usually assign two officers to take witness statements?" Marco asked under his breath. Johnson ignored him and walked off without answering. Moor gave a curt hand signal, motioning for us to follow.
That was when it struck me. Adam’s fear of the local police might not have been paranoia after all. There was definitely something off about this place. It was in the air.
First, Marco went into a small room with the detective. After a while, he came back out, and Adam went in, visibly nervous.
"What’d he ask you?" I whispered.
"Hardly anything. Just what happened from the moment I saw you carrying Kay. Nothing about what I heard from you. Just my personal account. Then he said that was all."
As Adam was being questioned, Kay sat hunched over, staring at the floor.
I hesitated, then spoke up. "I don’t like the idea of you being alone in there with him. Normally, there’s a beta or an omega present when an omega gives a statement. It’s supposed to be protocol."
Kay mumbled, "Well, he’s a cop. If he won’t protect a citizen, then who will?"
As soon as Moor finished with the Darnell brothers, he stood in the doorway and stared directly at Kay. "Your turn. Come with me."
"I want to go in with him. He’s pregnant, in a delicate state," I started, but he cut me off immediately.
"No. You can’t. Another person in the room could influence his statement. Please wait outside."
"I don’t—"
"It’s okay, Rain. I’ll be fine," Kay said, standing and heading toward the detective.
I clenched my jaw as I watched him walk off, his tall, lithe frame disappearing behind the door. As soon as it shut, I let out a low growl, struggling to keep my emotions in check. Adam and Marco looked over at me.
"It’s okay, Rain. Hopefully, it won’t take long. His questions were really basic," Marco said, trying to be reassuring.
"No. It’s not okay. I can feel Kay in there. He’s not okay."
Marco raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what? Youcan feelhim? From in there? How?"
That’s when I realized how weird it sounded. I bit my nail, muttering, "I don’t know. I just… can."
Something was going on with me. My jaw clenched so tight it hurt. It was strange, but I could really feel Kay’s emotions, even from here, and they were intense. Before, I could usually get a read on his mental state when we were in the same room. But now it felt amplified, like the connection had suddenly deepened.
At first, it was a low hum of uncertainty. Then it grew into anxiety. Sitting there, waiting, was torture. I knew exactly how uncomfortable he was.
