There were loud knocks, bangs and other noise coming from behind the locked door for several hours. A female’s giggling, soft music and mumbled words were heard at least once a week; not unusual in Omi or Ken’s minds, knowing their teammate as well as they did.

Slipping from Aya’s room to his own, he thanks her apologizing again.

“For getting to sleep away from the kids? Let me know when I can ‘sleep over’ again.”

Oh well, as long as Aya refused to admit their relationship to the others he had to keep up the pretense somehow, Yohji thought.