“Yeah, Coke. I did. You?”
He got a smile—slow and heated, almost wicked, Coke’s eyes laughing. “Yep. Just fine.”
Dillon almost chortled, but he settled for hopping up and kissing the corner of Coke’s mouth. “Sit. Jase and I were talking business. I’ll get you some coffee and your food.”
“Business, huh?” Coke nodded for him, hand curling around his hip for a minute, squeezing him. “Anything exciting?”
“Sponsors, mostly. Ace, some.”
Coke winced. “Yuck.”
Jason’s laugh filled the air again. “No shit.”
“I think we have to tell Ace,” Dillon said, sliding the warmed-up plate and coffee in front of Coke on the table, chuckling as Coke started pouring the sugar in. Glug, glug, glug. “But Jase and I already talked about that. Mainly now I need Bax to see if they have the jeans contract.”
“Thanks. The jeans contract? Lord, son, didn’t y’all do anything about that yet?”
“I been busy, Coke. You know, being blind and all?’
Dillon grabbed Jason’s coffee mug for a refill. “I’ll deal with it before we hit the road again if you have it here.”
“I’ll ask Bax. He’ll know.” Jason reached for the orange juice, and Coke moved it right into the path of his hand.
Coke was going to have to stop doing that.
They were going to have a confab, him and Bax and Coke.Jason needed to learn, and he was willing, too. Better now than after he started riding again.
Coke started eating, watching Jason carefully. “You want some jelly for your bread, son?”
“Nope. I’m cool.” Jason was managing. It wasn’t perfect, but it could be passable in a restaurant soon. In a bar. They’d have to be able to have Jason out in public, where folks could see him.
Dark glasses would help a lot. With a head injury as bad as he’d had, a lot of folks would accept light sensitivity as a symptom, and at little outdoor venues he could wear them before and after his ride, too.
Coke stood up, started gathering dishes about the time Andy wandered in, looking rode hard and put away wet. Jase perked right up, smiling, and it amazed Dillon that the man knew Bax’s footsteps without the ring of boots that usually came with them. They so had it bad.
“Breakfast is in the microwave, Bax.” Dillon grabbed another cup and filled it for Andy.
Jase’s grin lit up the room. “You get enough sleep, cowboy?”
“Some, yeah.” Bax sounded like a frog, too.
Dillon handed him coffee. “You just get too much sun, or are you coming down with something?”
“He don’t seemed sunburned, really.” Coke gave the guy once over, but who could tell, with all that tanned skin.
“I’m fine. I ain’t gonna give y’all nothin’.” Andy looked put out, now, cheeks going red.
“Bax, come sit.” Jason patted the chair next to him. “Dillon does good eggs. Is that jeans contract in my duffle?”
“Yeah. I think it is. I’ll get it after I eat.” Andy finally sat, scooting his chair close to Jason, and Dillon stared. Surely that wasn’t a hickey…
“Cool.” Jason nodded, leaning back in his chair, T-shirtstretching over the flat belly. Those eyes nevermovedfrom Andy. Not once.
While he was up, Dillon heated up Andy’s food, letting his fingers trail over the back of Coke’s neck as he went by. He understood how Jason felt. He really did. He stared at Coke a lot. Of course, Dillon could see. They were probably going to have to talk about that, too. Jase couldn’t stare at Andy in public. It’d be weird. He’d bet they could train Jason’s eyes, since they still worked. It wasn’t like someone who had no actual sight. Or whatever.
Bax tucked into breakfast just fine, so maybe his sore throat was just from…vigorous activity.
Okay. That was a little gross.
