Hell YeahChapter 2
"Hey, get up." Shaun prodded my shoulder, practically bouncing out of bed like a kid on Christmas. "It's Super Bowl Sunday; we gotta work!" Groaning, I rolled over to glance at the alarm clock. It read 11:42 a.m. We were scheduled to work at three; the game didn't even start until 6:30. Flinging an arm over my eyes to block out the light, I groaned again. "Come on. Get that fine ass of yours out of bed. Let's go." Shaun's tone was teasing but managed to hold enough authority to...