Flynn said, “You’re going to tell me you have to leave Seattle. I get that.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Well, there’s only one way I wouldn’t be.”
Did Mac dare hope? “You’re not saying…”
“I amsaying, Mac. I amsaying—” And he drew in a deep breath, let the words out on the exhale. “—I’ll come with you.” Flynn’s blue eyes shimmered with tears. “If you want me to.”
“Really? You realize my home town is, like, ten thousand people, and we’d be living in a—”
“Trailer. I know,” Flynn said. “So? Given the choice between living in a McMansion in a cosmopolitan city or in the boonies with this man and these dogs I love—honey, there’s no contest.”
Mac stared at him. He truly felt as though he were waiting to wake up. This was too much. Too good. Flynn would poke him soon—and not in a good way—and tell him he was joking.
But all that happened was that Luz turned and stood up against the door on her hind legs, scratching rather desperately at the wood.