Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty Three

"Rufus, come on boy" Jensen whistled for the dog. After a moment it came bounding back, stick in it's mouth. It panted, eyes expectant, waiting for him to throw.

"You think I've got nothing more to do, don't you?" he asked, as he ran his hands through the hair on the dogs neck. His mind drifted. He was supposed to be at Katherine's house soon.

The dog barked at him.

"Sorry. I forgot" he said. "You've got your priorities, too, haven't you?" He flung the stick and grinned as the dog chased after it.

He remembered his conversation with his friend, Matthew at his house earlier that day.

“She said it wasn’t a date? Interesting,” Bonnie had said, and exchanged a glance with her husband, Matthew.

Jensen looked up at his friend’s wife—and then back at Matthew—sharply. “Why do you say that?” he asked.

“Because if she has to frame it as a non date, she was thinking of it as a date.” Bonnie said.