Chapter 67

“I was asking about Barley.”

“Of course you were. He’s good. He’s back to the way he was when I first brought him back home.”

“How’s that?”

“Looking for you. Everywhere. Sitting by the front door again.”

“He probably just wants to go outside.”

“At four in the morning?” Flynn laughed. “It’s okay. I know he loves us both.”

And it was on the tip of Mac’s tongue to say “I love youboth.” But he caught himself, questioning from where the notion had come. Why do we do that?he wondered. Why do we stifle ourselves when we feel love? Why do we ask if it’s too soon? Or if it’s inappropriate? Or that we might scare the other person away? Why?

Before Mac could say what was in his head, Flynn moved on. “So, uh, when do you think you’ll be back? We can pick you up at the airport if you want.”

Mac was all ready to say no, it was too much trouble, but he caught himself and held back the impulse to be self-defeating. “Thinking day after tomorrow.”