Chapter 6
Barry finally awoke, looked at the clock on Justin’s nightstand, and did a double take. Thank the powers it was Saturday. A weekday, he’d be seriously late for work. That was something he never did. The world would probably stop dead in its path if banker Barry wasn’t in his office by opening hour. Tina would have a stroke. He chuckled at the images crossing his mind. The sound woke Justin. He, too, looked at the clock.
“Oh my God, I have a customer coming in at ten. I gotta haul ass to make it to the shop.”
Barry laughed indulgently. “You poor merchants. Tough duty. All right, I guess morning-after talk will have to wait. Jump into your clothes and go. I’ll bring some coffee and cinnamon rolls in before noon. I probably need to go home and mollify my mother. She wanted me to
