Page 26 of Hang the Moon
Fifteen minutes. She whimpered.
She had no choice but to hold it, but she wasn’t sure she could. She shifted, rocking forward, squirming in her seat, her feet tap-dancing against the glass floor.
Brendon popped the lid off his coffee. He held the cup out, offering it to her. “Okay. Enough is enough.Urineluck.”
She stared at him. “I’m not peeing in a cup, Brendon.”
“Look, I know it’s not ideal—”
“No way.”
It wasn’tnot ideal; it was not on the table. Not an option. She wasn’t about to pee in a coffee cup in a glass-encased gondola hovering hundreds of feet in the air with Brendon beside her.
“Come on. Haven’t you ever peed in front of Darcy?”
His point? “Yeah,Darcy. My best friend.”
“How about people you’ve dated?”
Uh... “No?”
“Seriously?”
She stared at him. “Have you?”
“Well, no, but—”
She laughed, immediately regretting it when she was forced to clamp down hard on her pelvic floor muscles.
“Everyone pees, Annie.”
“Not in front of people, they don’t.”
“You’re telling me your parents never peed in front of each other?”
“That’s different! They’re married.”
Not that anyone had, but under any circumstance where someone she’d dated would’ve witnessed her relieve herself, they’d have likely already seen her naked. Seeing as Brendon was neither her best friend, nor had he ever seen her naked, nor were they dating, she couldn’t justify peeing in front of him.
He laughed. “Okay.”
“I’m fine. I’ll hold it.”
Easier said than done. Breathing was beginning to hurt, her was stomach swollen, and squirming and crossing her legs were no longer providing any relief.
More static crackled over the speaker and she held her breath. “Our technicians are hard at work on getting our backup generator up and running, but we’ve hit a minor snag. We’re now looking at about a thirty-minute delay.”
Half an hour. She hugged her arms around her stomach and groaned.
He jiggled his coffee cup at her. “I promise I won’t look.”
She couldn’t believe she was actually considering this. Peeing in a coffee cup in public. Not that anyone could see—save for Brendon—unless they had binoculars, but still.
Unfortunately, her bladder didn’t care a whit about where she was. She sighed and snagged the cup from him, clutching it in her fist, staring down at the drops of coffee clinging to the wax-coated interior. Her bladder was stupid full; what if she peed too much? She had already had one disaster with a coffee cup overflowing today, and that was one disaster too many. Overflowing this cup would be catastrophic.
Swallowing down her mortification, she pinned Brendon with a hard stare. “Turn around and... talk. Loudly.”
Loudly enough to drown out her peeing, please.
