“Dez, you awake?” Fran’s voice brought Dez out of the light sleep he’d been in for an unknown time. He opened his eyes to see Fran standing by the bed, dressed, just setting a mug on the bedside cabinet.
He sat up, the duvet falling back to expose his naked chest. “What time is it?”
“Coming up to nine. I’m on my way downstairs. You stay as long as you like.”
Movement around the foot of the bed made him look to see Riley stretch then immediately settle into a new position, snuggled against Dez’s legs.
“See, you can’t get up without disturbing him,” Fran said.
Dez snorted. He reached for the mug, which gave off a delicious aroma of fresh-brewed coffee. Fran made damn good coffee. All that practice in the café.
“Just pop Riley into the cat room when you leave,” Fran said. “And I’ll see
