It was late afternoon when Cole woke up. He felt better, until he realized he was missing work. Hurrying downstairs, he found Adam and asked if he could use the phone to call Mike at the restaurant. “He’s going to fire me, I know he is.”
“Nope,” Adam replied. “I called him. Told him you were sick—probably the 24-hour flu that’s going around. He said to tell you to stay away until you’re better. He doesn’t want you passing it on to the customers.”
“Thank you so much,” Cole said, with a sigh of relief.
“Now I have some other news for you. You’ve been admitted to Domicile. There’s a room waiting for you as soon as you’re ready.”
“Yes!” Cole pumped his fist. “Like, now?”
Adam laughed. “Yep, but I’d suggest you shower first.”
“I will. Damn. Where’s Bull? I have to tell him. Not that he’ll
