“Wait.” Hendrix touched Robin’s arm.
“What?” Robin cringed. His heart pounded harder, and his face felt suddenly flushed. How long had it been since he’d been touched by another man?
“The…medals. Did you serve?” Hendrix asked.
Robin closed his eyes much longer than a blink. He bit his tongue, the physical pain used to stop the emotional kind from bubbling up. “Yes,” he said, before he turned and left the room.
Robin only breathed again once he’d finally gotten outdoors. “He’s as jumpy as I am, Mags.”
The dog twisted his head side to side.
“Who could ever be afraid of you?” Robin asked. “He is rather good-looking, though—for a kid—even with such a stupid name. Hendrix Higgins…if ever a first name didn’t fit with the last…You think he has a sister named Mama Cass Golightly?” Robin didn
