James, is my first thought.
I spin around, searching the room for him, hoping he’s all right, only to find that Lily has already had the foresight to take him into his room.
Everyone else is staring at me.
“What the hell was that?” Ian is the first to break the silence.
He, Brendan, and Winston are all gaping at me. Alia is standing off to the side, arms wrapped around her body. Castle must still be in the shower.
I flinch as someone touches my shoulder. Warner.
He leans into my ear, speaking softly so only I can hear him. “It’s getting late, love, and I really must get back to base.” A pause. “And I’m sorry to keep asking, but are you certain you want to stay here?”
I look up to meet his eyes. Nod. “I need to talk to Kenji,” I tell him. “I don’t know how everyone else feels anymore, but I don’t want to do this without Kenji.” I hesitate. “I mean, I can,” I say, “if I have to. But I don’t want to.”
Warner nods. Looks past me at a point behind my head. “Right.” He frowns a little. “I expect one day you’ll tell me what you find so incredibly appealing about him?”
“Who? Kenji?” Another nod.
“Oh,” I say, blinking in surprise. “He’s my best friend.” Warner looks at me. Raises an eyebrow.
I stare back. “Is that going to be a problem?”
He stares into his hands, shakes his head. “No, of course not,” he says quietly. He clears his throat. “So, I’ll come back tomorrow? Thirteen hundred hours.”
“Thirteen hundred hours … from now?”
Warner laughs. Looks up. “One o’clock in the afternoon.”
“Okay.”
He looks into my eyes then. Smiles for just a moment too long before he turns around and walks out the door. Without a word to anyone.
Ian is gaping at me. Again.
“I’m—right, I’m so confused,” Brendan says, blinking. “Right then— what just happened? Was he smiling at you? Genuinely smiling at you?”
“Looked to me like he was in love with you,” Winston says, frowning. “But that’s probably just because my head is messed up, right?”
I’m doing my best to look at the wall. Kenji slams the front door open.
Steps inside.
Alone.
“You,” he says, pointing at me, eyes narrowed. “Get your ass over here, right now. You and me,” he says, “we need to talk.”
