A thump and a cry came from the bedroom. Cade quickly went around the table and was just behind Jack as Jack reached the bedroom first. Kneeling down, Jack went to help the blanket-wrapped man on the floor. Bret scrambled out of his reach and shoved himself back against the side of the bed. Tears of panic and pain seeped from underneath tightly closed lids.
“Don’t touch him.” Pushing Jack aside, he reached for the pup. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you back to bed.” Calmly and carefully, he cuddled the bruised body close for a moment.
“I just wanted to be out there by you,” Bret tried to explain. Brown eyes surrounded by thick black lashes pleaded for Cade's understanding. Since everything had happened, he was experiencing panic attacks. The only thing that seemed to keep him calm was Cade’s touch.