And, as much as it pained him to not have the dog with him, Flynn knew Mac needed him a little more right now.
“Ah, never mind. It’s asking too much,” Flynn said.
“No! No. I’d love to have him. No worries. You wanna leave him with me now?”
As though he understood the conversation going on, Barley stood on his hind legs in the backseat, paws resting on the armrest, panting, tail wagging. He looked out the window toward Mac’s house.
“Yeah, if that wouldn’t be too much trouble.”
“Trouble? Are you kidding?”
Flynn exited the car to take Barley out. He leashed him and handed the lead to Mac. “You’re a lifesaver, bud. I can pay you whatever you think’s reasonable.” And Flynn was serious. He knew Mac couldn’t possibly make much. The money would come in handy.
“Oh God, no. You don’t have to pay me. It’s really my pleasure. Dee will be thrilled to have him back for a few days too.”
“Well, if you change your mind about payment, just let me know.” Flynn turned toward the car.