Grey almost sighed with relief. He’d been scared to death Dylan would pitch a fit to find him there, in his personal space and invading his life in ways Grey probably had no business attempting. He’d taken a huge gamble, and although he had not won yet, he had a chance. If he played this hand right, everything might work out.
“I’m going to help Sammy with the feeding,” he said. “Then he really needs to go home—school tomorrow and stuff, you know.”
Dylan hunched in his chair. He didn’t look at Grey or even acknowledge him. Freya and Thor slipped up on either side of him, as if they agreed their master needed some special TLC. Freya licked his hand, resting her head on the knee of his sound leg. Thor seemed more hesitant, but finally nudged at his other hand until Dylan put it on the dog’s
