When I got out of bed hours later, alone once more, I took a shower and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, then went down for some food and to call Mace.
I thought I knew how he’d react to my question, but I couldn’t be entirely sure, so when I hit the button on my cell for his number, my stomach twisted into all kinds of knots and the coffee I’d recently drunk soured in my belly.
“Jules.”
I smiled in spite of the not-so-great situation. “Hi, Mace. Have you got a minute?”
“Of course. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Listen, I’m really sorry for just showing up unannounced like that. Whatever’s been going on between us, that wasn’t cool.”
A long pause. Then a sigh. “That wasn’t your fault, Jules. That was me. I know better than to act like that. I should have ended it between us before sleeping
