Beau and Sammy are here
Good. scared me
He knew Dillon wouldn’t call. No, they’d talk this out in person.
me too.
Because if Dillon didn’t hate him now, Dillon would at the end.
missed u last night when I couldn’t sleep. love you. no matter what you think.
think you. love you. cu soon
yep. back to driving
Damn, he loved that man. Two hours was a long time to think on shit, though.
Too long.
Maybe Beau and Sammy would come back and keep him occupied. Barring that, he might as well get off his sorry ass and clean some more. This place was a wreck.
Chapter Thirty-One
So, apparently, in Texan and Cajun, camp meant ‘gator infested fleabag cabin’.
Jesus. Good thing Dillon had brought the puppies their life vests. They’d have to wear them just to go pee or they’d drown.
He pulled into the drive, such as it was, and turned off Coke’s truck, staring. What did Coke say? Sitting there with his teeth in his mouth? Yeah, and he was the only person in a hundred miles whohadteeth.
Okay. Okay, time to go see…
The truck rocked, a huge drooly set of jowls appearing at the driver’s side window. “Hello, Boudreaux.”
Christ.
The puppies woke up and began howling at what had to seem like a giant version of them, hitting the back window of the truck like two tons of tiny hound. His head throbbed, and he figured he should have gotten some fast food when he stopped for groceries at the Rouse’s in Houma. That Snickers hadn’t helped at all.
“Boudreaux. Down.” Coke’s voice snapped out, then Coke was there, manhandling bassets and introducing them to their giant jowly friend.
“I brought their float things,” Dillon said, half afraid to let go of the steering wheel. He finally pried himself free and staggered out of the truck.
“Here. Come on in. I’ve got you.” Coke hustled him into an only vaguely smelly room with the grossest sofa he’d seen since that show where someone made a porno film in a bar.
“Thanks, babe. I think I need some water, if you have bottled.” He was so not drinking anything from a tap here.
“I don’t think the tap water is potable, cowboy.”
“I have some in the truck.” He’d bought two cases. “Wait.” He caught Coke’s hand.
“I was going to get your water.”
“Kiss me first, babe.” He wanted Coke to know they were okay, that he was there and he loved Coke dearly.
Coke slid one hand around his head, then brushed their lips together in the softest, gentlest kiss he’d ever felt.
Dillon smiled against Coke’s mouth when the bassets tried to jump on them. Bang. “They missed you, too.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I…” Coke shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you that you don’t know.”
