Oh, could you be gay? Please…Mac’s thoughts went where they shouldn’t.
Flynn gave Mac a brief flash of his pale blue eyes, so like a perfect summer sky, then stared out at the lake, now dimpled by raindrops. “I couldn’t keep him away. Number one, when we were here last week, I could see it just about killed you to let him go.”
Flynn looked at Mac again, searching, Mac supposed, for an acknowledgment of the truth he spoke. And Mac didn’t say anything, figuring the validation was written plain as day on his face.
“Hell, it hurt meto see you so torn up. I honestly debated whether I should take him back or not.” It was Flynn’s turn to show Barley some love. He rubbed his belly. The maneuver caused the dog to flip over to give Flynn even more access.
Rub my belly, Mac thought, and I’ll do the same thing. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face.