“s**t!”
Jules’s eyelids flew open and he stared at the wooden beams in the ceiling. It took him a moment to remember where he was. Had someone said something?
“s**t! s**t!”
Okay, there it was again. Belle popped up her head and wiggled her butt at seeing Jules awake. He held her with one arm as he pulled himself to a sitting position. Felix was moving around the kitchen, one hand rubbing his temple, the other pinching his nose between his thumb and forefinger as he leaned against the counter. The smell of coffee told him Felix had already started the Keurig.
“Good morning.”
“f**k!” Felix jolted forward, his eyes wide. “Where the hell did you come from?”
Jules chuckled as he set down Belle, who hurried to the door. He stood, folded the blanket, and set it on the back of the sofa befor
