James

"What?” I exclaim. “Five? What the hell? Shit! Crap! Okay, we’ll see you tomorrow." I hang up the call, turn around, and hit Jemma straight in the face with my head.

"Ouch! James! What the f—"

"Why were you right behind me?"

"I was trying to listen to your call, of course." She shakes her head as if to say ‘duh’ and rubs her forehead where mine hit hers.

"I would have told you. You know you don't have to eavesdrop," I reply flatly.

"Oh, I know, it's just more fun that way. Sneaky. I like it." She winks at me and kisses the tip of my nose. "So...