And so Flynn released her from her worries, at least for the time being. He had no reason, other than his own optimism and hunger for love, to think that Mac would be or could be anything more than a friend. At best. At worst, he was simply interested in Flynn to get to his dog. So why make Clara feel she was being thrown over? The kindest thing would be to ask her to come along.
But Flynn wasn’t thatkind.
But he waskind enough to say, “Right. You’re right. We’ll just give Barley a social outing together. Let him burn off some energy. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get over there and Mac will want to just take Barley by himself. You know, for a little one-on-one quality time.”
“Maybe you should offer that.”
“I will,” Flynn said softly, knowing he wouldn’t. “I better get going. I’m already going to be late.”
“Have fun,” Clara said, and Flynn wondered if there was something halfhearted in her wish. “Call me when you get home, okay? Don’t forget. I’ll be up late.”