Chapter 12
By the time he got off work on Thursday, Flynn was jonesing for Barley.
And for Mac…
The fib he’d told Mac earlier in the week, that he was busy with a show opening, was something he’d come to regret. In fact, things at work were slower than usual, slow enough that Flynn found he was free to leave the office that afternoon around three.
And what a day to leave early! Flynn firmly believed that Pacific Northwest summers were the best in the world. Contrary to popular belief, there was little rain, and days were filled with temperatures in the upper seventies and low eighties with next to no humidity. Today Seattle was experiencing a relative heat wave, with the temperature climbing above ninety degrees. But it was comfortable because, again, little to no humidity accompanied
