Brian watched Myrna button her shirt, hiding her sexy, lace bra from his appreciative gaze. The woman should be required to stay naked and in his bed at all times. Covering that body was an abomination. His sleep-muddled thoughts began to clear. Had she really just asked him to call a band meeting?
"Band meeting?" Brian asked.
"Yeah. I have something important to discuss with all of you," she said. "Do you think we can get everyone together for a few minutes? It won't take long. I promise."
He sat up and dangled his legs over the edge of the bed. He rubbed his face vigorously. "What time is it?"
"Seven-ish, I think."
"Seven-ish? As in seven a.m.?" He lay back down and covered himself with the comforter. "Come back to bed, Myrna. I haven't seen seven a.m. in over three years."
"Is it too early?"
"Uh, yeah. It's waaaay too early."
"Go back to sleep then. What time do you all usually wake up?"
"Ten-ish. Or in Jace's case, noon-ish."
