My heels were gone, but I was still in the same skirt and top I’d pulled on in a hurry that morning. Police station. “Oh God,” I croaked. I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten home, but my feet must have moved at some point, even though my mind was still rooted in the middle of that police station. Embryos switched. “Oh God,” I croaked. Then I heard his voice in my kitchen. “Cancel everything tomorrow and forward all of my calls to Glen. Yeah. No.” Pause. Sigh. “I don’t know when I’ll be back. Let’s just play this by ear.” Roman. “Oh. God.” I groaned, dragging my body up to the sitting position. My head objected, but I guessed that’s what you got when you cried yourself dry of tears. A child. “Oh God,” I breathed, dropping my face into my hands and settling my elbows on my knees. “You’re awake,” Roman said, stating the obvious. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of his bare feet carrying him my way. I closed my eyes and smarted, “You’re in my house.”
