It was the night before his wedding and Brock was lying alone in a twin bed that had been put in JJ’s and Maggie’s room. Maggie was with Mary Ann, and JJ was in the room’s double bed. Despite a full day of ranch work followed by a joint bachelor party where Brock had accepted a drink from virtually everyone present, he wasn’t the least bit sleepy. Scenarios both believable and fantastical were chasing each other around in his head. He turned over yet again and punched his pillow. He was still in middle school the last time he’d slept in a twin and had forgotten how narrow they were.
“Can’t sleep?” JJ asked from the other side of the room.
“Sorry, am I keeping you awake?”
“Nope.”
There was the sound of squeaking box springs followed by a soft click. A corner of the room was bathed in or
