Flynn smacked his forehead. “Oh, geez. How could I be so stupid? He needs to go out one more time, doesn’t he? I know he was just out, but…” Flynn crossed the room to squat down next to Barley, pet the top of his head, and then move down to massage his shoulders. “You need to go out, buddy?” Barley shook all over, so Flynn’s hand fell away.
Mac was already pulling on shorts, T-shirt, and flip-flops. “I don’t know that he really needs to go out again so soon, but a walk sounds really nice. We can both take him. It would be nice to get outside in the quiet and the cool before bed.”
“Time to recharge? Get ready for round two?” Flynn asked.
“Do you think of nothing else?” Mac countered good-naturedly.
“Not when you’re around, especially not after what just happened. I’m itching to return the favor.” Flynn pulled his clothes back on, all the while longingly eyeing the bed. But he knew Barley depended on him to get his own needs met.
“You’re such a flatterer. And I love it. Let’s go.”