They’d had to carry him back to his room. Freaking embarrassing.
Dillon sighed, dropping his bag at the hotel desk and smiling. “Checking in.”
The little gal at the front desk winced a little. “Uh. Well… I’m afraid…”
Coke’s low chuckle sounded, right by his side. “There’s been a flood on the west side, and all the rooms are booked. They sent all the big names over to that big, fancy-assed resort. You and me? We’re at the La Quinta. They got Fred and Nate there, too, starting tomorrow.”
“What do you want to bet they ask me at the show how I like the resort?” He gave Coke a one-armed hug. “Wait. Does this mean I’m bunking with you?”
“Yep. There ain’t a choice for you, man. One room. One bed. This place is balls up with folks.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. Yes.Dillon resisted the urge to do a fist pump in the air. “Well, I can live with that, eh? My legs? Way better.”
“Yeah? Good deal. Jase and Andy say hi, by the by. They wished you well.” Uh-huh. He’d bet they did. Teasing assholes.
“They bitched about how much I freak them out.” That was okay, though. Sometimes it was good to be weird.
“Yep. Come on. You’re looking good.” They headed toward a truck, Coke wandering slowly.
“You okay?” Man, that would suck, if he was raring to go and Coke was sick.
“I am right as rain. Had a nice break. Missy spoiled my ass, letting me cook.” He got a quick grin, a nod. “Just wandering.”
“Oh. That’s cool. Just wanted to make sure.” He’d eaten a lot of chili out of a can. “Next time you’ll have to cook for me on the break.”
“I can do that. I like it. I’m hoping to be at my own spread, next time. Pool. Hot tub. Grill.”
“That sounds like heaven. It’ll be cold up my way, time we get another break.”
“Shit, you ought to come down. It’ll be great weather at home.” Coke unlocked the truck. “Hotel ho.”
“Can I hop a ride with you? I took a cab here.” He knewCoke would say yes, but he’d also learned he’d get called a Yankee if he didn’t ask. Well, maybe not by Coke, but still.
“You know it.” Coke grinned over. “I thought I’d asked already. Come on.”
“Any time you want to ask me to ride…” His cheeks heated when he said it, which was ridiculous, but he did mean it.
“Get in the car, son.” That wicked, naughty grin wassonot fatherly.
“Right. Hotel.” The smile made him hot, all through, and Dillon hopped into the truck, bouncing a little. The day was getting better all the time.
“There’s no restaurant or nothing at the place, but there’s a Denny’s next door, so we won’t starve.”
“Hey, I’m all for Denny’s, huh?” He liked the low-brow sometimes. The big places were expensive and kinda froofy.
“Yep. They got burgers and pancakes and decent coffee.”
Three days.
Three days he’d get to eat with Coke.
Bunk with Coke.
With one bed.
Someone was looking out for him.
He said a little prayer that nothing happened to either of them. Damned if he didn’t add a little thank you in for the hurt legs, because sometimes something bad had to earn up something good.
