“Yeah. I bet you guys are stir crazy, huh? We’ve been overrun with Brazilians, man.”
“Brazilians?” Bax frowned over. “They… I mean, what do they know, man?”
“Balta knows all. He sent everyone but Joa away yesterday. He has your back.” Dillon tucked Jason’s hand into the crook of his elbow.
“Oh. Okay.”
“Coke’s gonna tell every fucking rider on tour,” Bax muttered.
“It’s gonna take help to keep Jase alive. It’s not the on the bull part we have to stress, damn it.”
“I’m sorry,” Jason said. “I hate that everyone is fucking stressing me, but I cain’t just sit down and die. I tried it and y’all wouldn’t let me.”
“Oh, shut up, you asshole.” Bax popped Jason in the arm, hard enough that it smacked.
“Ow!” Jason tried to strike back and got tangled up with Dillon, whooofed.
“Children,” Dillon said. “Behave.”
Jason started laughing and Bax rolled his eyes, but let it go. Someone was stressed out and needing some ‘not at Momma’s house’ time. Andy could be a moody bastard.
“Anyway, Jase, it’s gonna be loud, but no one is here you need to hide it from.”
“Good deal. I just want to be home, yeah?”
“I hear you.” God, Dillon wanted to be home with Coke, either one of their homes, floating in a hot tub.
Coke’s life was good, but exhausting and the drama never stopped. Hell, Dillon was ready to go back on the road to get some routine in. At least that drama was normal and there was always Jonesy to help give someone a shot of something to relax them.
He chuckled. Those shots were stunning.
“What’s funny, man? You have to share.” Jason was managing better, walking taller these days.
“Morphine.” He knew no one would get it, but the guys were used to that with him.
“Morphine.” Bax rolled his eyes. “Does he creep you out a little, Mini?”
“Little bit.”
Dillon laughed. “I’m a freak of nature, boys. Coffee?”
“Yeah,” Bax said, but Jase shook his head.
“I’m good.”
“You sit, Dillon. I’ll get it,” Tracy said. “Hey, boys.”
“Miss Tracy.” Bax nodded and Jase turned his head toward the voice, almost making eye contact.
Tracy looked to Dillon, and he shrugged. How could you explain Jason’s issues without freaking him out?
“Hey, honey.” She leaned down and kissed Jason’s cheek. “You hungry? There’s bacon.”
“I could eat the squeal,” Jason said. “Bax hates a drive through window.”
“Shut up, Mini.” Bax stood to grab a cup of coffee, lines of exhaustion written on his face.
Jason smiled faintly, but he clammed up. Damn, these two were wound tight as a toy from a Happy Meal after a kid’s birthday party.
