“You totally do. Go get that silly son of a bitch and love on him. I’ll see y’all at the first event.”
“Later.” He loved Tag. He really did. The coordinates came in a few seconds later via text, and Dillon whistled for the puppers. “Y’all want to go find Coke?”
At the sound of Coke’s name, they both started howling like fiends.
“Yeah. That’s what I say, too.” He missed Coke like a lost limb.
His phone rang again and it was Nate this time. Christ.
“Hello?” He hoped Nate didn’t have bad news.
“Hey, I just wanted to make sure Tag got hold of you, see if you needed anything before I took Tracy home.”
“I got this. Tag sent me an address.” Dillon got a little choked up. He was family now.
“Good deal. Text me when you get there, okay? Let me know everything’s cool.”
“I will. Thanks, Nate. I really appreciate you calling.”
“Any time. Gonna take these hooligans home.”
“Get some rest. See you in a few weeks. I have to drive to Louisiana.”
“It’s not a bad drive. The camp’s rustic as fuck. Bring the dogs’ floaties.”
“Got it.” He’d stop and get food, too. If Beau had stocked the groceries, he’d be in heartburn city.
He got the pups and supplies in their truck. He was going to find his bullfighter and…
Talk.
They needed to have a bunch of those hard-to-handle talks.
Coke wokeup around three p.m., a note from Beau and Sam on the table saying they’d taken the boat to be repaired.
He sat there for a long bit, then went to love on Boudreaux and grab another beignet before turning his phone on.
He didn’t look at his messages. He knew there were lots. No, that was for later. Right now he wanted to text his cowboy.
m’sorry
It took a long moment for Dillon to answer.
so am I. Had to pull over
Where was Dillon going?
you got the pups?
I do. Just other side of Lafayette from you. Be there in 2 hours
you sure?
He would understand if Dillon didn’t want to ever so much as look at him again.
don’t b stupid, coke
He chuckled softly, shook his head.
