“You’re a gentleman and a scholar, Coke,” Bax said, andJason felt Andy lean over to get their stuff. Bax wrapped his hands around a drink cup.
“Thanks, man.” He took a deep drink, then searched for the drink holder, getting the cup in pretty easily.
Okay. Cool. Round one to the blind cowboy.
“Burger or nuggets first?” Everything smelled a little overwhelming, like grease and meat and grilled bread.
“Nuggets.” He held out his hands, stuck his fingers in the gravy. “With gravy.”
“There you go.” Bax sounded like he was choking to death, trying not to laugh. Asshole.
“Butthead.” He didn’t try not to laugh—hell, he just busted out with it. Two broke and one bent cowboys in a Ford.
It could be a fucking country song.
“Hey, I could lick you off, but that would embarrass Coke,” Bax said softly, fingers brushing against his.
Oh. His cock jerked, eyes going wide as he tried not to moan, sticking his fingers in his own mouth.
“Now, y’all know better than to get busy in my truck, right?” Coke asked, reasonable as you please.
“Ain’t this Bax’s truck, Coke, my friend?” He was not blushing. Not.
“Yeah, well… I’m driving.” He could hear the smile in Coke’s voice, could feel Bax’s laughter against him.
They all got to laughing but good, and things seemed just fine, just like it ought to be.
Maybe they could do this thing. Hell, at least he figured out where the gravy was now.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bax sighed and rolled his shoulders, his neck like frozen rope. Damn, it had been a hellacious trip, but they’d finally made it. AJ’s place would be perfect for what they needed. The man was obsessive about his sport, and he had a wee indoor arena, even, along with an outside practice chute and all. A mechanical bull.
A pretty little guest house.
“Well, here we go, boys,” Coke said, clapping him on the back as he helped Jase out of the truck.
Missy walked out of the main house, hair wild, baby on one shoulder. “Hey. You made it in time for the two a.m. feeding. Coke, honey, you’re in the green room. Jase, Andy—I’ve got the guest house all made up. It’s yours for as long as you need it. Now, where’s my husband?”
“Right behind us, honey. He wanted to make sure the gate was done up.” Coke went and gave baby and Missy a kiss.
Missy hugged Coke tightly and handed over the baby, who went like a charm. Then those arms were thrown around him, Missy kissing his cheek. “You’re looking damn grumpy, Andy. You and me, we need to do some shots in a couple days, huh?”
“You know it. I been cooped up with these assholes for days.” He softened that by patting Jason’s butt where no one could see. Still, he could use a shot.
“And you.” She grabbed Jason and squeezed. “You do find yourself some shit, man. No worries. You’ll have whatever you need here, huh? I’ll keep those fucking media vultures away with a shotgun if I have to.”
Yeah, yeah she would, too. Some reporter came out once, after it got out that little Benji was real sick and not likely to live. Missy came out with a sawed-off shotgun and blew the windshield out of their Honda.
AJ’d damn near busted his buttons with pride.
Mini nodded. “Thanks. Y’all are good folks.”
“Yeah. We all are.” Coke laughed as the baby burped. “Which one’s this one?”
“That’s Daisy.”
“Well, hey, Daisy,” Coke said, bouncing the wee one a bit. “I’m bushed. You think I can go sit with this one and just have some tea?”
