He didn’t remember drifting off. Lena remained in the chair she’d been in, but her head rested on one arm while her legs hung out over the other as she slept soundly. Ben’s neck hurt a little, but he didn’t want to move too much and disturb Brodie. He shifted just a little, and Brodie stirred immediately. “I tried not to wake you,” Ben whispered. “No. It’s fine.” Brodie sat up, taking the pressure off Ben’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” “It was probably Lena’s superdrink. They have a tendency to knock people out,” Ben said. “I’m still tired.” Brodie rubbed his eyes. “It doesn’t look like she’s waking up anytime soon.” “If sleeping were an Olympic event, Lena would have lots of gold medals.” Ben yawned. “You’re still wiped too. You can go in and sleep in my room if you want,” Brodie whispered.
