I awoke to the sound of my ringtone. After wiping the drool from my mouth with a wrinkled sleeve, I sat up carefully, dragged the cell phone out of my pocket, and answered it.
“Hello?” My voice sounded gravelly and I really needed to brush my teeth.
“Llewellyn? This is Marc Temple. From work.” Holy f**k! When I didn’t answer right away—you can imagine my shock—he continued, “Are you there?”
“Oh, yes, sir. Uh, Marc. Sorry.” I rubbed my face as I tried to get my brain to work and the idiocy out of my mouth.
“I apologize for calling so early, and on a weekend, but John’s wife went in labor and he’s at the hospital with her right now. I need help with a project and I know you were working with him on some of the numbers this past week. Can you come in today, in about an hour? I need to get
