“Where’s Winter?” I ask her.
“Probably getting Damon-ed in the back seat of a car. She’ll be here.”
I snort. I think Winter lets him do anything he wants as much as he wants during this time, because she can’t get pregnant if she’s already pregnant.
“And Michael?” Alex chimes in.
“On his way,” I reply.
Alex lifts up her head, and I stop rubbing her. “So…” She looks at Banks. “You and Kai.” And then to me. “You and Michael. And Damon and Winter, and…”
“Misha and Ryen,” I offer. They’ll be here, because Misha is Will’s cousin, so we have business he wants to be involved in.
“Misha and Ryen,” she repeats absently. “And what am I supposed to do while everyone else takes ‘breaks’ tonight?”
She put “breaks” in air quotes as if she won’t get any hot, little downtime, too.
Oh, who will she find to play with?
“There’s a full crew,” I assure her.
Her eyes go wide.
“And David and Lev will be boarding with Damon,” Banks adds.
She gasps and then her face scrunches up into a delighted squeal. “It’s like Christmas and my birthday together.”
I ruffle her hair and roll her over, giving her quick pecks on the nose and cheek. “We got you. Don’t worry.”
She laughs, and Banks and I hop off the bed, heading for the door.
“Eight o’clock,” I tell Alex, grabbing my AirPods and phone off the dresser.
She still lays in bed but gives me a thumbs up as she pulls her phone off the charger. I hesitate a moment, watching her and realizing that no matter how many people are in her life, there’s something about her that always seems alone.
Banks and I leave, closing the door and walking down the corridor. She stops at her and Kai’s cabin. “Eight o’clock,” she says and pushes open her door.
I unlock my phone, already speed-dialing. “See you soon.”
And I hold the phone to my ear, taking the stairs up to bridge deck.
The line rings twice before I hear Mr. Lyle’s voice. “Ms. Fane,” he says.
“Hi,” I tell him. “Take this info, please.”
There’s silence, and then I hear him again. “Okay, ready.”
“Alexandra Zoe Palmer, apartment 1608 at Delcour. Find her freshman year college roommate,” I instruct. “And the woman’s boyfriend that year, as well. Possibly a student at Yale at the time. I want the works by tomorrow.”
“Got it.”
“Thank you.”
I hang up and step onto the bridge. I probably shouldn’t pry in Alex’s life, but I haven’t decided if I’m going to yet. At least if I do, I’ll be ready.
George Barris stands at the helm, going through his checklist and his first mate Samara Chen works at her station. I see faxes spitting out of the machine and I tear them off, reading them.
Pithom has a satellite weather system, but the captain likes to double up on precaution. Which is good.