Waking up the second time wasn’t quite as fun. The popcorn bag was still there. The hand was not. If, really, it had ever been there at all. The clock on my cell phone told me it was almost ten p.m. I had been out for a while. Slowly, I dragged myself up off the futon, running my fingers through my hair and straightening my shirt in a doomed attempt to look good. Leaning on the railing, I walked up the stairs, fighting a strong desire to turn around and sleep all weekend. Alec and Scott were alone in the kitchen, Scott looking about as happy as he ever did lately. His disinclination to suck it up and admit he’d screwed up was really a problem for him. “Sleep well, Bizza?” Alec took a sip out of the beer can in his right hand. “Mhmm.” My shoulders slid easily under the arm he had held out. “Where’s everybody?” “Amie and Nicky are in the hot tub.” Alec answered my question while Scott stared sullenly into space and took long angry gulps of beer. “Dev’s upstairs.
