“No.” The word was flat, not leaving a lot of room for hope. “Nothing new. He’s missing the road, too.”
“Damn. ’Kay. I’ll come out at the break, huh? Work some.” He’d hung a bunch of hopes on Jason Scott, he surely had. Nothing’d been the same since the son of a bitch had fallen, broke his damn fool head, and lost his sight. Still, he thought, if they worked it…
“Thanks, Coke. That’s real good of you. Real good.” Andy sounded tired. Almost fuzzy now. Course, with a busted up leg, it was hard to stay awake more than a few hours at a time.
“Yeah, yeah. I gotta go. AJ’s staring at me, wanting his phone back.”
“Okay. See you soon, huh, Gramps?” He could hear the please that Andy’d never say.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’ll be there.” He clicked the phone off and tossed it to AJ, shaking his head at the curious glance he got as he climbed over and down back onto the dirt.
Damn it.
“Everything okay?” AJ tucked the phone in his pocket, moving out of the way when one of the ground crew pushed at him.
“Same old same old. It’s cool if I come to yours for the break?”
“Shit, yeah. You know you’re welcome, old man.” AJ clapped him on the back. “You know the family loves to see you. Daddy’s asking after you too. Has some idea aboutbuilding him a smoke pit for get-togethers. Jase told him you were the pit master.”
“Good deal.” He grunted as his shoulder twinged. Man, it was hell, getting old.
“Sorry.” AJ frowned. “You need to see the doc?”
“Nope. I’m good as gold.” Or at least really fucking cheap tin foil. “Gonna head to the hotel, man. Two more stops, then we’re off a while.”
“Yeah. I’m missing the kids.” He got a sunny smile, AJ heading off, letting him breathe a minute.
He hung back until he knew Nate and them would be gone, then he headed back to the dressing room to change. The sound of water running told him someone was in there. The sound of melodic singing told him it was Dillon. Nate and Fred couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.
Dillon, though, that man could sing.
He leaned a little, slowly working his shoes off, listening. It made a man happy, that voice.
That ass.
That fine smile.
Fuck. Be good, Coke.
The song changed to something more upbeat, the water sounding like rain, and he could just imagine that tight butt shaking. Wagging.
That gave him a serious happy and he closed his eyes, listening. Going with a quick little fantasy about that pretty ass, right in his hands.
He was a little wrapped up in the fantasy. So much so that he missed the water turning off. Missed the sound of the singing getting closer. He couldn’t miss a very wet Dillon popping up right in front of him, though.
“Boo!”
“Oh!”Oh. Oh, God. Oh, God. He turned around, quick as he could, swaying with it. “Sorry. I was…”
Fantasizing.
Thinking about you.
Needing to jack off.
“Dozing.”
“Oh, hey. I didn’t mean to scare you.” One warm hand landed on his shoulder, thumb rubbing his neck. “Sorry, Coke.”
