Chapter 41

But Mac just said, “Well, thanks for the outing.” He turned toward Barley in the backseat. Even though he was snoring, Mac called, “Be a good boy!”

He turned back and gave Flynn a tepid smile, which made Flynn’s heart fill with tenderness. Not only did Mac possess incredible looks, but he was kind and caring and sensitive. What kind of person mourns a dog even he described as a “monster” and “cold”? And he hadn’t even seen the dog, the way Flynn understood it, in months. But yet here Mac was, obviously shaken by the very high probability that poor Luz was dead.

“You want me to come in?” Flynn asked. He wasn’t being totally selfish. He thought Mac could use the company.

“Nah. I kind of want to be alone.”

“You really loved that dog, huh?”