Chapter 11

The dogs lay down and put their heads on their paws. Mournful eyes looked up at them. Ryan laughed. “They clearly know they were doing something naughty.”

A game of volleyball was in progress beyond the reach of the smoke from the barbecue. Ryan had played on the volleyball team in college and been considered good at it. Saturday, he’d purchased new sneakers and khakis, so after he’d eaten his fill he stepped into a game after someone dropped out.

He sensed Boon’s presence the minute Boon stepped on the grassy court beside him. Sensual radar or something,he thought. He just knew. They made a great pair playing at the net. Their side won, but Ryan knew his limits and waved someone else in. That man wasn’t as attuned to Boon as he’d been, and they lost the next game despite Ryan cheering them on. Boon pleaded host chores and left the court.

Later, he took a seat next to Ryan’s lawn chair. “You were great. You’ve played before.”