Chapter 2
Conrad woke to the worst headache. Had he gone drinking? No. Who would he have gone drinking with even if he had wanted to? Most of his friends were married or attached and didn’t want to drag him along anywhere.
Then why did his head feel as though someone had bashed him with…oh. The tree. Holy s**t. He struggled to sit up but the movement sent his pain-wracked head spinning. With a moan he dropped down to his pillow.
Pillow?
Wasn’t he still lying in his yard soaked to the bone? No, he wasn’t. He was in his bed, his head cushioned by his own pillow, blankets drawn up around his naked body.
Naked?
All right he’d been hit on the head, but surely not hard enough to forget coming back into the house, coming up the stairs, getting undressed and crawling into bed. Hell, if he ha
