Andrew nudged the man beside him with his foot. “Dude, get up. I gotta go to work.” When all he got in response was a grumble, Andrew got up out of bed and yanked the covers off. “Dale!”
“Goddamn it!” Dale scowled up at him from under tousled hair. “What time is it?”
“Eight. Now get up.” Andrew dropped the blanket on the floor. “I’m getting in the shower. Lock the door when you leave.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dale sat on the edge of the bed and yawned. “Can’t you take a day off or somethin’?”
Andrew rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom. “Uh, right. All this s**t takes money, remember? Still an economy. Gotta have the good stuff.”
The thrum of the water soon drowned out Dale’s bitching, but Andrew thought he heard a “later” in there somewhere. He washed quickly, not wanting to overdo it on
