Oh, God. There was a video. Of Coke. And triplet Taggarts. “I want a copy for my birthday.”
“I could maybe do that. If Coke says it’s cool. Man, that was fun. The man was… Damn.”
Dillon tried not to growl. It was up to Coke, he guessed. Maybe. Damn it. “Well, if I can think of a reason you owe me…”
“You do, and I’ll deliver.”
He just… Damn. Coke and Adam and the others and…
Uhn.
Dillon cleared his throat, feeling a little dirty being so turned on with the bassets right there. “Thanks, Tag. Chrissy is on his way. I’ll make food.”
Adam chuckled, that sound perverse as hell. “I can give you a blow by blow later, if you make burgers.”
“Ah, so you won’t suck, but you’ll blow.” Dillon grinned hugely. “I’ll make burgers. You get ready to be windy.”
Adam made weirdooo-ooosounds before the phone clicked off, which ended up more monkey than wind, but Dillon got it.
Grabbing his jeans, Dillon hoisted himself up to let the babies out and go start food. Except they weren’t his jeans. They were Chrissy’s. Lord. He just lost it, laughing until he had to hold on to the bed for support.
“Good Lord, Dillweed, put some clothes on.” Nate peered in, looking extremely tanned. “Hoss ain’t back yet. He says he’s staying until Janie falls asleep.”
“Hey, Nate. Have you seen Chrissy? He has my pants.” That set him off again, just hooting.
“Dude. He must’ve lost weight. Either that or you’re getting puffy…”
“Oh, asshole. I’d throw a basset at you if I had any strength.” Dillon went to his bag and pulled out some sweats and a long-sleeved T-shirt. “Tag says there’s hamburger, so I’m making burgers. How many am I feeding?”
“A zillion. Maybe two zillion.” Nate winked. “There’s four of us, the Taggarts, two Brazilians, Hank, possibly one of the brothers whose wife is up to the hospital.”
“Lord.” He did a little math. “Okay. Anything else I need to do right now?”
“Not that I know of. Tracy’s dealing with kids. They all got chicken nuggets.”
“Cool. Thanks, man. Lead the way to the kitchen?” Coke had taken him to the guest room and shoved him in.
“You haven’t been here before?”
“Nope.” Dillon shrugged. “My first phone tree call-in, too.”
“Huh.” Nattie shrugged. “You fit right in like you belong. Come on, I’ll give you a quick tour before I go feed the dogs.”
Oh. Wow. Dillon knew Coke thought of him as family, but Nattie had been hard to win over. That was so cool, even if the situation sucked. A trip to the bathroom made him feel even better, then he got to making enough burgers and frozen french fries to feed an army.
Tracy came in, two babies and a pretty lady in tow, and kissed his cheek. “Any word from the hospital? Lassie, this is Dillon. Dillon, this is Aje’s oldest sister.”
“Hey.” Dillon nodded at Lassie. He vaguely remembered that her name was actually Las Vegas. The Gardners were creative.
“Hey. I brought potato salad and brownies. I’m going to run up and take the night shift at the hospital so Gramps can come home. Cheyenne’s taking tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, thanks.” That worked. Brownies good. “The Taggarts are feeding, making sure them animals are settled.”
“Good deal. Dallas is out there, along with my Kendall and Clay.”
Jesus, there were a lot of them.
Dillon sort of faded into the background, letting Tracy and them talk to the Gardners while he made food like an assembly line. Burgers, buns toasted, hot dogs.
