His phone binged, and Jake startled awake, dislodging Taffy, who’d taken advantage of his distraction to jump on the bed and fall asleep on his feet. She landed on the rug with an offended shake, then shook herself again before trotting out into the hall.
No time to worry about the dog, though. The display on his phone told him it was nearly two in the morning, and there was only one reason he’d be getting a text message at that hour.
I’m in, was all the message said, but that was enough.
Excitement sang through his veins, and his hands shook slightly as he texted back, On my way. Be there in 10.
Sooner than that, probably, but he knew he’d have to pause long enough to put on some pants.
His jeans were still slung across the chair where he’d left them when he went to bed, so he grabbe
