Chapter 48

He sat down on the floor beside Barley and scratched his best friend behind the ears. Barley looked up at him with warm brown eyes, so full of love and trust. “Boy,” Mac sighed. “Families are rough. Sometimes I think the world would be a better place—maybe a hell of a lot less populated, sure—but better if people stuck with dogs rather than each other.”

Barley gave out a single woof. And Mac was glad he understood.12

By the time he got off work on Thursday, Flynn was jonesing for Barley.

And for Mac…

The fib he’d told Mac earlier in the week, that he was busy with a show opening, was something he’d come to regret. In fact, things at work were slower than usual, slow enough that Flynn found he was free to leave the office that afternoon around three.