Chapter 69

Flynn grinned. He shook his head to clear it of the pornographic imagery that had snuck in unbidden. But I can’t help it! It’s Mac’s fault. He just trips a switch!It was true. Mac was his idea of the perfect man. And he was kind, to boot! And he loved dogs! What more could Flynn ask for?

He stared at Mac, imagining he could see the green of his eyes, even though he was really too far away to discern color.

When their eyes met, there was a little glimmer of recognition, an electric spark that caused Flynn’s heart to flutter.

And when Mac saw the dogs, his mouth dropped open. He stopped in his tracks, dropping the handle of the duffle bag he’d been dragging along behind him.

He was still a good one hundred feet away. And even though Flynn couldn’t hear the words, he could read Mac’s lips as he said them.

“No, you didn’t.”

Mac then burst into a smile that was pure joy and sunshine.

Ecstatic.

And Flynn knew he had done the right thing.