Flynn’s impulse was to protest, especially after what Mac had just told him, but he knew he’d actually be taking something away from Mac if he insisted on paying. “Great! I appreciate it. And next time it’ll be my turn, okay?”
Mac’s face lit up with a smile as they crossed Green Lake Way. “I’m glad there’s gonna be a next time.”
“Well, of course! We need to make sure you get enough quality time with this guy.” They’d reached the other side of the street, and Flynn stooped to pet the dog. He squinted up at Mac, wondering when the day had shifted from clouds and drizzle to full sun. “I figure I can stay outside with Barley, and you can go in and get our coffees. Is that okay?”
“What I was going to suggest. What do you like?”
At the question, Flynn’s mind took a nosedive into the gutter.
