Rex held the door of Vic’s Café open for Jude as they stepped in for breakfast the next morning. First they had checked on Sebastian who had been fine. Rex thought Jude could take him home later that afternoon.
“The counter?” Rex suggested.
“Sure.”
They sat at the end, the same end where Jude had been sitting when Rex first spotted him. As they took their seats, Jude eyed him, a small smile on his face.
“What?”
“I wondered what happened to the cowboy hat you wore the first time I saw you here.” Jude reached up and tugged on a chunk of Rex’s brown hair. “I don’t think you’ve worn it since.”
He nodded. “I just thought I should try to fit in here. The cowboy hat seemed so Texas clichéd.”
“I liked it,” Jude murmured. His pale cheeks had turned a dusty shade of pink. “Maybe you could wea
