Liza’s eyebrow rose. Was he flirting or agreeing? He delivered everything in that flat, arrogant-ass tone. It was impossible to know the difference. The five of them gathered their belongings and made the quick trip downstairs. Liza rushed past the spot of the almost kiss, then made the sign of the cross over her body to protect herself. That spot had bad juju.

When they got to the common area of the tech start-up, Jennifer stated the obvious. “There are five of us and only three pods. This won’t work.”

“The pods are roomy but not huge. If we sleep on our side, two people could comfortably fit in there,” Dorsey said.

Liza inched toward the middle pod. “I think since it was my idea, I should get first dibs on the solo one.” It made sense. The couples would share, and she’d have her own.

A huge hand clamped down on her shoulder. “That’s ridiculous. It should be two siblings to a pod and I get the solo one.” Dorsey said this as if that made perfect sense.

David and Janae shouted their disapproval. Janae sounded like she was being interrogated by a tough cop. “Liza’s a night snuggler—and open-mouth breathes right on top of you. She’s going to make me sweat my hair out. I won’t do it,” Janae said.

“Janae!” Liza exclaimed. She would betray her sister to protect her dang roller set?

“And Jennifer sleep-toots,” David blurted out. Jennifer elbowed her brother in the ribs as her face exploded in shades of deep pink and a strangled cry of anger escaped her throat. David clung to Janae, using her as a shield against his sister’s wrath. “The worst little farts you’ll ever smell. Silent too, so they take you by surprise. So we’ll make this easy for you all. Janae and I claim this pod.” He held Janae’s hand as she climbed into the pod, then climbed in himself. “Good night.” He slid the hatch over his head, and they all rolled their eyes at the sounds of giggles and squeaks. As if they gave a damn about sleeping.

“Jennifer and Liza, I think it only makes sense for you two to—” Dorsey started.

Oh, hell no. Dorsey will not stick me with the silent-but-deadly night tooter.

“It looks like the gods favor action over deliberation.” Liza made a fast break for the third pod. But Dorsey was faster and reached the pod seconds before Liza crashed into it. Before he wiped his expression clean, she caught him smiling.

Jennifer smiled so tightly it looked like her face might break. “Well, it looks like you two have chosen.” She took off her shoes and stepped into the second pod. “Good night.” She slammed the pod door so hard it bounced back open. It took her three angry slams to satisfyingly close the hatch.