Tom’s block wasn’t very long—five houses down, and then the sidewalk crumbled to a stop and a chain link fence curved away beside the road. Wes ran his fingers down the fence as they walked, a steady, faint chinkchinkchink sound in the darkness. He started, “You know—”
The sudden rattle of chains interrupted him, and a low growl rose from the other side of the fence. Nathan pulled Wes into his arms as a large Rottweiler ran up to them, all glistening teeth and beady eyes and incessant barking.
“Jesus.” Wes gave a shaky laugh and ran an unsteady hand through his hair. “Where did that come from?”
He looked up, his face mere inches from Nathan’s own.
Finally.
Nathan smoothed a hand down Wes’s cheek. “You should keep your hands to yourself.” Then, taking both of Wes’s hands in one of
