Another night shift, her last one before she had time off. Twelve hours and it would be over, at least for a couple of days. She’d be free to sleep in, take Sam to the park, touch up the highlights in her hair, talk to her mother. It felt like they’d barely spoken the last couple of weeks, doing not much more than passing in the night—or morning, as it had been lately. She’d had a string of night shifts and was at last coming to the end of them. For now. Her reluctance to leave the parking garage had nothing to do with the job. She’d checked the roster in Patrick’s office on her way out the door yesterday morning and had cringed when she realized she was working with Brandon again. His harsh words the night before had sent her reeling and she’d left the squad room at the end of her shift still angry and shocked. She’d had no idea he thought she was so low… To accuse her of not knowing the father of her child? It was unbelievable. It hurt her that he’d even thought that.
