Chapter 27When his phone buzzed on the nightstand, Jude quickly picked it up, turning to check if the sound had woken Harris, but, no, Harris slept soundly, frowning, probably caught up in one of his grandiose dreams. Upon seeing the name on the caller ID, Jude’s heart skipped a beat and he climbed out of bed, hurrying out of the bedroom. He quietly shut the door behind him. Harris and he had gone to bed very late again last night, staying up, talking about art, perfume, the future of their companies, and then, a little tipsy and talked out, they’d made love tenderly, almost achingly.
“Hello,” he answered Denise, already a little breathless with anxiety. The living room floor was cold and he jumped on the couch, tucking his feet under his thighs. He was in his underwear, shirtless and shi
