Harris woke up in his room, even though he didn’t remember leaving the couch after the third horror flick. Did Tucker ever come home? Was the headache vodka or bullet related?
He grabbed his cell phone off the bedside table to check the time. Only ten in the morning. And a message from Peyton.
His breath caught in his throat as he opened the message.
Hey, Harris, I could use a break from studying. Lunch today?
The timestamp was only from ten minutes earlier. He’d turned the ringer all the way up to wake him if he got a message. What if he’d slept through? He quickly texted Peyton back that it sounded great.
A few short hours later, and after he made sure Tucker was still alive, Harris met Peyton at a restaurant downtown. They spent most of their meal discussing their ideas for apps.
