Chapter 11The second time Adam woke up that day was a big improvement. He was clean, his headache was down to a dull throbbing, and the scrapes on his hands were a mere annoyance since he’d tweezed the embedded grit out of them. He turned off the alarm and dressed quickly.
On his way to the kitchen, he considered making a cup of coffee but didn’t think his stomach could tolerate it yet. He’d better just grab some water and be on his way to his new client’s home.
The man wanted a plan to revitalize his estate’s gardens. Hopefully it wouldn’t exceed Adam’s current limited brain capacity. He pulled his car keys from his pocket. And stared at them.
Damn. Damn. Damn. His car was in the parking lot at Corrigan’s. And Josh wasn’t home to lend him his. Adam would have to call a cab. He reached
