Brandon woke to find his phone had no missed calls. His shoulder throbbed but wasn’t painful enough to keep him down. In the bathroom, he popped three Advil tablets, showered, shaved and decided he was ready to face the day. After a cup of coffee—or three. In the kitchen, he found Jordan sitting at the table reading the morning paper on his iPad. “You get any sleep last night?” Brandon asked him. “A little.” “You didn’t have to play bodyguard, you know.” “I know, but you slept better knowing I was doing it, didn’t you?” Brandon let out a short laugh. “Yeah, actually I did.” “Then it was worth it. How’s the shoulder this morning?” “Sore.” “You need me for anything today?” Brandon shook his head. “No.” He glanced at his phone.
