That made him pause, made him blink. Hell, it made him feel worse, which he didn’t think was possible. “He didn’t do anything different than always.”
“Well, then.” Beau started walking with him again, ambling. “He don’t need you to believe, Adam. He knows what’s real.”
“You make it sound so fucking simple.” Too bad Adam always second guessed. Always.
Beau snorted. “Where else you gon’ find a man that knows that you got Chrissie and Bri?”
Adam chuckled. “Well, Brian might drive him off. I don’t know what the hell has crawled up his ass and died, but he’s been downright cruel lately.” Brian wasn’t usually so damned cold. He wasn’t Chrissie, who wore his heart right out there on his sleeve, but he was usually more human.
“Women troubles?”
“Maybe?” He hadn’t asked. Maybe he should. He’d have to talk with Bri before he went after Landon anyway. “You really think he’d take me back?”
“I think he loves you more than he idolizes Sammy, and that’s big.”
That made him chuckle. “Thanks. I think. Shit, Beau, I don’t know what to do.”
“Put Nickel away, come have a beer with me and Sammy and come down to my place. Jason’s coming to work the bulls and Landon’s a local.”
“Sam won’t beat me down?” The man hadn’t so much as glanced at him in weeks.
Beau snorted. “If he does, don’t hit him in the face.”
“I wouldn’t do that.” Really, he wasn’t an asshole.
“I know.” Beau grinned at him and that was that, wasn’t it? Beau knew.
“I’ll catch up with you and Sam as soon as I get her rubbed down.” He grinned back, feeling better than he had in days.
“Good deal.” Beau ambled off with those tiny, bowed legs.
Adam shook his head. Cajuns. God knew what it was about them, but they sure ruled his life.
He was a lucky bastard.
