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“Actually, I am. Thanks!”

“You gonna make room for me?”

“Always.” He smiled, scooting over and pulling me down next to him.

“Hey, Spence?”

“Yeah, Pippi?”

“Where’s Kane?”

“Don’t know.” There was a strangeness in his voice I couldn’t place. Something had happened, but the frown on his face told me not to push. “Don’t worry, he won’t be back tonight.”

Quickly I decided to drop the subject, not wanting to put him in a bad mood. Snuggling against his side, I needed to change the subject. “What crappy movie have you selected for us this evening?” I taunted.

“You’ll see.” He chuckled as his arm dropped around my shoulders, tucking me against him. Turns out I wouldn’t see. Before the previews had even finished, my heavy eyes closed.