“Sure.” He went into the bathroom, dropping his clothes along the way, while I set my laptop up for a video call.
When he got out, he pulled on an oversized LAFD shirt that he’d snagged from Saxon’s luggage. “You look cute like that.”
Kay stuck his tongue out at me. “Call Saxon.”
I rolled my eyes but clicked on the button to call. And we listened to it ring. And ring. “He’s at work tonight? Maybe he got a call out.” Talking with us was out, if that were the case. He’d be too busy dealing with whatever emergency situation he had. It wasn’t always a fire; sometimes it was health-things. They often served as backup for ambulance services, since they had medics. That didn’t make me worry any less. “I’ll send him a text.”
I told him we tried to call and to call us back whenever. After that, we crashed. It’d been a long day, and the next one started awfully early.
We loaded up on the bus early the next morning to head to St. Louis. It was a long drive—over five hours. I planned on spending most of the morning snoozing with Kay in the back room. We both skipped coffee and dragged our tired asses up the stairs and to the back, where the bed was.
Joe snorted. “No sex back there. I need more sleep, motherfuckers.”
Kay flipped him off, but we weren’t planning on any sexy-time, rather sleepy-time. I shut the door and Kay dropped his jeans, crawling into the bed with his boxers and T-shirt only. Damn, he had such a nice ass. I wanted to grab it and squeeze, but I also wanted to sleep. So I dropped my jeans and got in bed beside him. It only took seconds for our arms and legs to tangle together, and Kay rested his head on my shoulder.
As I was about to drop off, my phone rang with Daddy Saxon’s tone. I jumped up and grabbed it. “Hey, Daddy—”
“Donny? This is Colten.” I’d met Colten once when I was in LA. Shit. Instinctively, I understood this wasn’t going to be a good call.
“Where’s Saxon?” I sat up.
“Well…he had an injury on a call last night. He’s in the hospital. He might have a concussion, but otherwise, he’s good.”
“Might what? Oh shit.”
“What? What is going on?” Kay asked, grabbing his pants and tossing mine at me.
“He wasn’t going to call, but I took his phone while they rolled him out to get a CT Scan.”
Saxon being so far away was terrible. “Fuck.”
“What is it?” Kay balked. I held up a finger, asking him to wait.
“Let me figure out what we can do. I’ll give you a call back.” I dropped the phone and grabbed my pants. “Saxon had an accident and is in the hospital.”
“What the fuck?” Kay grabbed his phone and lifted it up to his ear. “Marci? I have a problem. My, uh, boyfriend is in the hospital.” He paused, and I heard her talking, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. “No, my other boyfriend. Don’t make me explain it. I have to get to LA.” He held a hand up as if she could see it, then walked to the middle of the bus. Of course, I followed him. “Sure. I’ll be waiting.”
“What did she say?”
“She didn’t think it was a good idea to drop everything and run off, but she’s calling Jinx.” Everyone knew it was Jinx who actually ran everything, well maybe more like he supervised the running of the tour and business. Plus, he generally had final say on everything.
“We wait.” I started the coffee maker.
“What’s going on?” Joe came in with a blanket wrapped around him. He sat at the table.
Kay paced back and forth.
“Saxon had an accident. He’s in the hospital. Possible concussion.”
“Oh shit. Man, I’m sorry.” Joe had not only been super cool but had been a key factor in getting everyone else to be less judgy about it all. When I started pulling mugs out of the cabinet, he raised his hand. “Go ahead and get me one too. I’m not going back to sleep anytime soon now.”
I pulled out three and started pouring when Jinx called. Kay put it on speaker. “Hey. I’m sorry to hear about Saxon, and I hate saying this, but I agree with Marci. Losing you on the next show or two is really bad. I think you underestimate how key you are, Kay.”
“I don’t. I mean. I get it, but Saxon…” He sat next to me, and I handed him a coffee.
“Can Don go? I mean, I hate being in this position, but I think that’s a better option right now. We can help make some arrangements.”
Kay nodded and sucked his bottom lip in. I had never seen that expression on his face. I needed to fix this. I had to. “I can go, but I don’t want to wait another, what, four hours until we get to…where? St. Louis?” We hadn’t been on the road a full hour yet.
