Chapter 16
Mac rose into wakefulness all at once with a jerk and a snort. Embarrassed, he looked over at Flynn, who stared at him, delirious with love. Delirious with love? No, Mac was no mind reader. Yet Flynn’s expression was as plain as if he had taken a Magic Marker and written “smitten” on his forehead.
Mac was still groggy, his ass pleasantly sore from the night before. How many times had they made love, anyway? Mac had lost count after the third time. If nothing else, this relationship—and the gift of a dog and the sharing of one cemented it more firmly than any ring could have—would be the hottest he’d ever experienced. Mac couldn’t believe how simply tireless this Flynn boy was.
“How long have you been staring at me like that?” Mac batted at Flynn’s face in feigned annoyance. “
