Chapter 13
In the front hallway, Mac didn’t turn any lights on. Instead he stooped down to unleash Barley. Flynn and Mac stood facing one another in the deep shadows, barely breathing, listening to the click of Barley’s toenails on the hardwood as he headed out to the kitchen. In a second they heard him lapping water thirstily from his bowl.
Flynn squinted a little to better see Mac’s face in the darkness. A grin played about his lips.
“Is this really happening?” Flynn asked. “Or am I still out there on the glider, dozed off and dreaming?”
“Shhh,” Mac whispered, placing a hand on Flynn’s chest. “Don’t say a word.”
Flynn tried to be quiet, but he couldn’t hold back his sharp intake of breath when he felt Mac’s hand on his belt buckle, tugging. He reached out to help him, but Mac gently
