Kat said, ‘You OK, Ethan?’
‘What?’
‘You look a bit dazed.’
Ethan did his best to recover and squeezed back in next to her on the sofa. ‘No, I’m fine,’ he said.
‘You sure? What you went through; that was tough.’
‘If you need to talk about it …’
‘No,’ said Ethan. ‘To be honest, tonight is exactly what I need.’
Kat once again sent one of her killer smiles his way. Ethan said no more and turned his attention to the movie; he had a feeling that if he said anything he’d make a tit of himself.
About half an hour into the film a very familiar engine growl pushed its way through an open window.
‘He doesn’t usually come to things like this,’ said Kat. ‘Normally keeps his distance from us. Probably afraid we’ll see his softer side if he has a drink with us.’
A knock rapped at the door and Johnny answered it. Sam followed him back into the flat. Everyone nodded, no one said a word. Sam walked into the lounge and pulled out a folder.
Then Ethan asked the question on everyone’s lips. ‘What is it, Sam? What’s going on?’
Sam stared at the team and gave a two-word answer: ‘Party’s over.’