Henry hadn't slept for about twenty-eight hours, and so, when he received a text from Blue and from Noah saying there was breakfast at Hywel, he decided that was enough work on the RoboBee program for now. He could leave it to compile and come back to it after he'd fattened himself up on coffee and carbs.

He'd never been in the warehouse, but Adam and Noah and Blue had all told him about it; the animals living in the lower level and the upper level occupied too much by clumsy bachelors and Blue's occasional effervescence. Henry brought orange juice, left over from the Fourth of July, and smiled politely that he was invited.

He was standing in the kitchen when it happened. Chatting with Noah over his coffee mug when he looked up at saw him. Henry stared, breath caught in his throat. no, he hadn't been breathing in the first place. No, he was breathing too fast.

Maybe he should have slept instead.