Ari found me a few hours later, sitting motionless on the edge of my bed, an unfolded pile of laundry next to me. "You okay?" he asked.

I forced a wan smile. "Yeah. What's up?"

"Drive me home? Kane does any more disinterested hovering and I'll kill him."

"Hovering, huh?"

"I'm not up to his game-playing." Ari was disinclined to say any more. He looked around my room, wistfully. "I think it's time for me to go."

Much as I wanted to force him to stay ...