“Not the Ritz or anything, but I think you’ll find the bed pretty comfortable,” Rex said as he led Jude into one of the three bedrooms in his little bungalow style house. He’d purchased the home because it was literally just a few doors down from the vet’s office. He often walked there, if he didn’t go to have breakfast at Vic’s Cafe.
Jude looked around at the small room with a double bed and a simple dresser Rex had put together himself from one of those boxes one could get at IKEA. Jude sank down on the bed, instantly resting his dark head on the pillows. “God, I’m exhausted.”
“I’ll bet.” He tried not to enjoy the sight of Jude laid out across a bed too much. But, hell, it put some wicked thoughts in his head. Especially since Jude’s orange sweater had inched up just a fraction to reve
