Chapter 11“Damn it!” Icy water flooded over the tops of Nick’s sneakers and soaked his socks. He leaped out of the puddle and teetered on the thin edge of open sidewalk, toes sliding inside his shoes as he scrambled for balance.
Suspended for a breathless second, Nick flailed his arms. The wind caught in the bell of the umbrella he carried until the force pulled him upright and he stepped to the higher and drier side of the concrete walkway.
He pinched his lips together and like a cat who had stepped into his milk dish, shook his feet, one after another, in a jerky, futile effort to dry them. Great. Just great.
Nick briefly mourned his designated parking space at the clinic—only four short steps away from the entrance. With the storm drains unable to handle the excess run-off, today was
