BJ dropped the ball and whined. Fortunately Bear had left the keys in the lock so Pete was easily able to open the door. Given his earlier sense of urgency, BJ didn’t exactly dash outside. Yes, it was still raining, although fairly gently.
“Go on!” Pete pointed, teeth starting to chatter. He rubbed his arms and hugged himself as he watched BJ begin to sniff at a clump of grass.
Bear came up behind Pete, who felt soft terry cloth brush against his back. Pete so wanted to lean back into the warmth and security.
“BJ, stop buggering about!” Bear said, and glory be, he wrapped his arms around Pete and pulled the man in close. “You should have put something on before coming downstairs.”
Pete breathed in Bear’s unique scent. “Thought he was about to piss himself.”
“The only pissing he’s doin
