I gasped. Studmuffin did too. I scrambled us both into the nearest stall and shut and locked the door. Just as someone else entered the restroom, I leaped up onto the toilet, my boots squeaking on the black plastic seat.
Did I need to jump up there and squat like a toad? Kind of, yeah. If anyone looked under the stall doors, they'd see my shaved legs. Seeing a woman in the men's restroom probably wasn't the weirdest thing that had ever happened in this police station, but still. I was trying my best not to draw too much attention to myself. A feat, since I sure liked to test-drive the crazy train through the halls of Belle's Cove's police station.
The man who'd entered turned on one of the sinks while whistling something that sounded like a circus tune. Big, dramatic sweeps in notes an
