Fortunately, Brandon always used his cellphone to set his alarm, because he had completely forgotten that he had to get up for work; Saturday was usually one of his days off. As his aunt said, Brandon still had some hope for a life, while Ginny had a husband and three kids and was perfectly happy to go to bed at a decent hour on Friday nights. The auctions, however, had a larger draw, and she needed Brandon and Jim—a local high school student who worked part time—just to keep an eye on the bidders.
“Ug, I feel like I got hit by a car,” Scott complained as he woke up, glaring at Brandon’s phone, which was cheerily playing Duran Duran. He groaned, stretching, and Brandon lay propped up on one elbow and admired Scott’s lean body.
“That’s because you did, idjit,” Brandon said with a fond smi
