Chapter 11

When he paused for breath, I said, “Hey, sorry, but I really have to go. Breakfast is here.”

It wasn’t. But it was a good opportunity to end things.

“Oh. Okay. Are you going to call me later?”

“Probably not. Once I get back to the house, I plan on doing a lot of work, so I’m going to be busy. Talk soon though, okay?”

“Um. Sure. Jules, I—”

“Bye, Mace.” I ended the call like a coward because I didn’t want to hear him say he loved me. That was fucked up and I knew it. What in the hell was wrong with me?

The waitress brought my breakfast a short time later and I firmly pushed away my guilty feelings concerning Mace. I really was just busy trying to get the place ready, I told myself, and the weird, vivid sex dreams certainly weren’t helping.

Should I have mentioned the dreams to Mace? Probably not. No one wants to hear about the person you loved being with other men, even in a dream.