Chapter 5
Nick opened his eyes. He rolled over and looked at the digital display on the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table—7:17. He turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Clyde—feeling him stir—rose, padded up to his face and began to wash it. Nick smiled and pushed him away.
“Thanks, buddy, but no thanks.”
Nick patted the bed beside him; the hound lay down, pressing himself against Nick’s side. Nick absently stroked Clyde’s back with one hand and rubbed his own stomach with the other. He felt the crusted remains of the previous night’s j. o. session. With those sensations also came the memory of his verbal ejaculation: Jesse, I love you.
“s**t!” he said aloud. Clyde’s tail thumped the bed. I knew it was happening. I felt it from the first minute I saw him. What the f**k
