The elevator dinged at the same time Devon’s phone rang.
“Yeah, head up.” He stuck his phone in his pocket. “The three guys are coming up with the table.”
Cason nodded. “I’ll get plates.”
Within thirty minutes, the introductions were made with the two new guys, Jonah and Dustin, that Cason had never met. Eight men sat around the long table with papers all over, mixed with breakfast sandwich wrappers and coffee cups.
Cason didn’t realize how long they had worked for when one of the others gasped. Cason turned around to see Lacey walking toward him, still half asleep. Two men got in the way, and she still didn’t stop until she got to him. She turned around and sat down on his lap, tucked her head under his chin, sighed, and went back to sleep.
“Holy fuck,” Devon said. “Is she sleepwalking?”
Cason wrapped his arms around her. “No, it just takes her a while to wake up.”
Brett grinned. “How in the hell did she know where you were? There are eight guys here, and she went by two guys without even stopping.”
Cason shook his head. “That. I can’t tell you. Her eyes are open a little, so maybe she saw me.”
“I wonder what would happen if you weren’t here?”
Cason glanced at Jonah. “I’ve no idea.” Hopefully, it wouldn’t be tested any time soon. Not until they’d been together a while and gotten closer.