Page 56 of Leading the Blind
“Me too. There’s a garage, but it’s a ways away from the house. I bet we work that as a shed for tractors and build a carport for the truck.” He was getting starry-eyed. They needed to talk turkey to Monica first.
“We’ll figure it all out, right? Let’s go make an offer.” That was his Mini. Pull off the Band-Aid. Just do it.
“You got it.” They headed back in, hand in hand, and he got Jason set up at a stool at the kitchen island. “Let me get her.”
“Hey.” Jason’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “I love you.”
“I love you too, babe.” He did. So much.
God knew they could do an awful lot with that.
Chapter Fifteen
“We did it, Momma.”
“What?”
“We put an offer in on a house.” Jason listened to Bax in the shower, his lover singing like a grasshopper-y bullmoose. “I’ll send you a picture in a bit.”
“Son, how many houses did you see today?”
“This one.” This was the one they wanted. “We found the right one first.”
“Well…” She paused, and he knew ‘Momma voice’ was coming. “Are you sure you shouldn’t look at a few more? Just so you’re not disappointed?”
“I’m sure. It’s perfect, Momma. Perfect and right. You’re going to love it.” He proceeded to tell her all about it—the mother-in-law’s suite with its own kitchen, the sunroom that wrapped around the whole house—and the ocean, right there.
“That sounds real nice. I could make my own coffee,” she teased. “I’ll get Jack when we’re done, and we’ll look at the link.”
“Good deal. I’ll know more tomorrow.” They’d made a cash offer at considerably lower than asking price. They knew theywouldn’t get it. They just wanted to start out low and give themselves some wiggle room.
“Well, good luck, baby boy. I’m proud of y’all. Both of you.”
“Yeah? Thanks, Momma.” He wanted her to be. He wanted her to know how hard and scary all this shit was.
“Do you need anything?”
“No, ma’am. We got us a hotel and room service and we’ll walk on the beach in a bit. We’ll be back up with y’all tomorrow.”
“Okay, I love you. Send that link, now.”
“I will.”
Bax would, but whatever. Someone would teach him better how to do that.
There had to be a voice thingee, right? Some way to tell his phone or the laptop to send links and shit.
He’d bet there was. Still, right now, he’d wait on Bax. Speaking of… “You fall asleep in there, man?”
“Huh?” The door opened in a cloud of Old Spice-scented steam. “I was feeling gritty, huh? You want it next?”
“I do. I called home. Momma wants a link to go look.” He stood and started stripping down, making sure to put today’s clothes in a separate pile from tonight’s.
“Cool. I’ll send it. Man, that shoulder is all bruised up still.” Bax came to drop a kiss on his bruises.
“Is it? It don’t bother me nothing like the itch in this stupid-assed cast.” He hated them, but Doc always put the hard ones on him, saying he’d just wreck the soft ones.
“Let me bag you up. You need help washing?” Bax sounded a wee bit guilty.
