August
He woke to knocking and fumbled for his cell phone. If the lack of lighting in the room was an actual indication of time, someone was going to die. He confirmed the time and nodded. He’d been asleep less than three hours. As such, August wasn’t sure if he yelled the words “It’s not even six A.M. yet!” or just thought them loud enough that it felt like it.
“Auggie? Auggie!”
Knock, knock, knock, was followed by bang, bang, bang and August frowned in bitter annoyance. If that kept up, they were going to be kicked out of the hotel mere hours after they’d arrived. And not for the fun stuff that should be the reason rock stars got kicked out of hotels.
He gritted his teeth and got out of bed, opening the door with exaggerated aggravation. “One,” he snarled, “I warned you about calling
