“That’s the way it goes,” I said. “Doesn’t change the fact that you and Etienne crushed it.” According to Henry, they really had improved significantly.

As Bree grinned, Etienne and Henry joined us. I gave Etienne a high five before hugging him, willing Henry to look at me and give me some kind of silent message that he was okay.

But Henry stood silently, his coat zipped up and his hands in his pockets. But not in a relaxed way. He was still…off.

Etienne gave me a grin. “I hear you and Henry have been getting along way better than anyone expected.”

I winced internally. Etienne and Henry were rooming together in the Village, and Henry would smother him with a pillow if Etienne wasn’t careful.

Henry didn’t look angry at the insinuation, though. Just incredibly tense. I wanted to massage his shoulders and cuddle and kiss him until he relaxed in my arms.

“No more teasing,” Bree said, pulling on Etienne’s elbow. “We need to get our bags. See you guys later.”

As they left, I stepped closer to Henry, but not too close. “Everything okay?”

Not looking at me, he nodded.

I wanted to huff in frustration and order him to spill it so I could make whatever the problem was better. But I tried to stay casual. “You’re not a big fan of Anton?”

His gaze shot to mine, his mouth going tight. “It’s nothing.”

“Okay. Cool.” This was the part where I was supposed to let it go. If he wanted to tell me he’d tell me, and he didn’t, so that was fine. Cool, cool, cool. Yep. All good.

Except why didn’t he want to tell me? What was the deal? Why had they both acted so weird? Maybe there were a million things Henry didn’t want to tell me, and this was just one more.

Although it made me think of when we’d talked about sex, and there was definitely something there in his past. A…shadow. Which he’d said he didn’t want to tell me about. And I’d let it go! I respected that. It was his choice. I’d never want to pressure him.

But why won’t he telllllll meeee?

“So, Anton—”

Henry’s hand shot out to grip my arm through my parka. Then he shoved his fists into his pockets, dropping his gaze to the floor. “Please. Don’t.”

I nodded quickly. “Okay. I’m sorry. I won’t mention it again.” And I absolutely wouldn’t.

But that didn’t stop me from wondering.

Too soon, his suitcase appeared, and he had to join his teammates to get their bus. Henry glanced back at me. This was really it.

How was I going to sleep without him in my arms or spooned behind me, his breath tickling my neck and his lips brushing my cheek when he slipped out of bed way too early?

I reminded myself that it was only a couple of weeks, and there was no need to be so dramatic, Jesus. Henry half smiled at me—without teeth—nothing at all like one of his real smiles—and was gone.