Brandon woke up, smiled at Stacey, then abruptly remembered he was in the Butter Bar’s breakroom and rocketed upright. “s**t. I fell asleep.” He looked at her, blinking away the remnants of his impromptu nap. “How much work did I miss?”
“Well,” Stacey drawled, “considering it’s past seven in the morning, I’d say…all of it?”
“Oh, no.” Brandon fished his phone out of his pocket, then winced when he saw the time. He’d managed to sleep through his break and the entirety of the second half of his shift. And then some, considering the bar closed at one. He hadn’t even noticed the sunlight brightening the room. “Why didn’t anyone wake me?”
“Mel told everyone to let you sleep.” Stacey smiled and shrugged like that was both obvious and a perfectly normal thing for bosses to do. “You sat down for
