Chapter 40

“You didn’t have to give her away—and to a shelter.”

“No worries,” Phineas said cheerfully. “I’m certain someone would have been glad to have her.”

Flynn’s heart ached too, and he didn’t even know the dog in question. Didn’t they euthanize the majority of dogs left at a shelter? He shuddered.

Mac took a step closer to Phineas and lifted his hand a little. “How long ago? Is it too late?”

“Oh, it’s been over a month.”

Mac’s hand dropped. So did his head. “Then she’s gone,” he whispered, barely audible.

“As I said, she was a three-thousand-dollar dog. So you needn’t worry about her fate.”

Mac nodded. “I gotta go.” He moved toward Flynn—and Barley. “Come on,” he whispered urgently to Flynn, taking his arm. Flynn might have been excited a bit by the touch, but he could almost feel Mac’s despair transferred in it. It wouldn’t have been right to derive some sort of erotic charge from it.

“Mac! She’s okay. Really!” Phineas called behind them.