Chapter Eleven
But when Myrtle called Miles at 7:30, he’d clearly been up for quite some time. Perhaps the specter of appearing uncouth had been hanging over him. At any rate, he seemed in tip-top shape when he picked Myrtle up to head to Rowan’s office a bit later.
Rowan had a cute brick office in downtown Bradley that had once been a house. It looked more like it was a flower shop than a catering office because Rowan apparently had quite the green thumb, himself. Everything was just right in his garden in front and the lawn was springy and green.
Myrtle rang the bell and Rowan answered the door with alacrity. “Miss Myrtle! As I live and breathe! What a pleasure to see you today. And you’ve even brought a friend with you.” He reached out his hand.
“Miles Bradford,” said Miles with a p
