Page 61 of Leading the Blind
“We’ll be there. We may fly in then ride with y’all. We’ll figure it.” Dillon wasn’t worried. “Send pictures!”
“We’re heading back over in the morning for the walk-through, so I’ll take good ones,” Bax said.
“Good. Congratulations, kids! I can’t wait to see it.”
“I’ll send you a bed for the guest suite as a housewarming, guys. Just send me an address tomorrow.” Dillon didn’t sound like he was going to entertain an argument at all.
“You’re the million-dollar clown, man,” Jason agreed. Coke needed the best, damn it.
“I am. Tomorrow. Address. Go celebrate, boys.”
Like it was meant, a knock came to the door.
“That’s our food,” Bax said, rising. “Later, Gramps.”
“Bye, y’all.” He hung up and sat there, listening to Bax bring in the table.
They’d bought a house.
The food smelled amazing, and his belly rumbled. “Thanks, Bax.”
“Anytime.” Bax walked him through his plate, but didn’t momma him, letting him do his thing.
“We bought a house. Does it feel fucking weird to you?”
“Hell, yes. Tickles me to death how surprised everyone is too, like we don’t know how to do shit.”
“Well, we are fuckups of the highest order, man.”
“We are. I mean, did you know you was blind?” Bax hooted, slapping the table hard enough to make it creak.
“I am?” He slapped himself on the forehead, then they both cracked up.
The steak was so perfect, and Jason knew he had to savor it. Days like this were few and far between.
Most days were hamburger, and some he just had to drink his milkshake through a straw.
Not today. Today was sirloin, all the way.
Bax made the happiest noise, and he knew Bax was right there with him. And there would be ice cream for dessert.
That was a damn fine thing.
Chapter Sixteen
Bax took a deep breath, standing at the door to their house, keys in hand. A couple three days ago, they’d signed everything. Now they had lights and water and more in their name, no realtor in sight and the bed, a fridge and a huge sectional couch were on their way in two hours.
“You ready, babe?”
“I think so. Open the door.” Jason was standing at the top of the stairs, vibrating.
“Okay.” He did, the brand-new key sticking a tiny bit, but it worked. It was just the humidity and salt. Bax was already making lists of things that would take a different kind of maintenance than a small ranch in East Texas.
“We’re in. Come on, Mini. Take that step.”
Jason stood there a second, then nodded like he was riding, and came right to him and they stepped through the door.
He took Jason’s hand and tucked it in against his arm. “You ready to count off the kitchen while there’s nothing in the way?” The staging furniture was all gone. They had a blank slate.
