Page 63 of Leading the Blind
“Nope. We got no neighbors for half a mile. So unless there’s a boat out there…”
“So, if we had a sturdy lounge chair, we could—” Jason blushed dark.
“We could and now we surely will. That might take a trip to Lowe’s. I’m not sure Walmart makes fucking chairs.” Maybe they did. They’d have to look.
“You’ll have to test them out,” Jase teased, beginning to cackle at him. “Jump up and down on them some, maybe. Or ask Beau and Sam for recommendations…”
“I like that. I’ll call.” He would, too. “Though I reckon Balta would be the one to know, huh?” It was a blessing to have friends he could tease.
“Balta’s as big by himself as both of us put together! All he’d have to do is flop down. Boom!”
“See? He’ll know what to buy,” he said, laughing like a loon.
“Did we call him?”
Bax shook his head, then rolled his eyes at himself. “Nah. I texted him. He’s been busy, so I just wanted to let him know without any pressure.”
“I texted Beau and them too. The Taggarts are close enough to just visit on a whim.”
“There are Taggarts everywhere.” Adam and Bryan and Chrissie got around. Bax loved them so hard.
“You know it.” Jason chuckled. “We need a grill, man. You burn good meat.”
Bax added a pork loin, seasonings and a grill to the Walmart list. Their bank accounts were smaller, but life itself was just fine.
Hell, after he did them commercials… They could do this. They had this.
“Let’s go walk to the bathroom down here, and I want to explore the sunroom.”
“You got it.” They both climbed to their feet, wandering all over the main level, then checked out the downstairs, too—and the garage, which was the closest outbuilding.
“Monica said they used to park a food truck in here. That’s why it’s raised too, to keep water damage out.”
“Cool. Is it big enough for the fifth wheel?”
“It might just be.” Then they wouldn’t have to worry on it. They had room to anchor a carport on a slab near the house that would survive most anything, and Corpus wasn’t as prone to the big storms as, say, Galveston. Bax would do some measuring before they brought down the big trailer. “Looks solid as a rock.”
“If it doesn’t, we’ll figure something else. Hell, you could have a workshop.” A moment of sadness crossed Jason’s face, then it disappeared. “We need a practice barrel out here, for fun.”
“That’s a good idea, Mini.” They would find Jason’s new thing. Maybe they’d set up a little music area in the sunroom. Jason loved to play the guitar. “I’ll ask AJ how he set his up.”
“Sounds like a plan. Does it feel real yet?” Jason’s grin told him that this wasn’t a question coming from worry, but from joy.
“It feels fucking amazing, babe. We got us a place. Just ours. You feeling all adult yet?” Bax felt like a big faker sometimes, but today he felt real. Proud.
“I am.” Jason lifted his face to the sun again, looking like he was this sun worshipper cowboy type. “I can smell the water, Bax.”
“I know. You good?” Hell, he could see Jason was, but he wanted to hear it. Bax needed to know Mini was in a good spot. It was a hard road they were riding.
“I am. I’m going to ride my ass off. I’m going to take the championship. I’m going to come back here, to our house, and get me learning and a dog.”
His man with a plan.
Bax just grabbed Jason and held on like he did when he was riding. He was nothing if not stubborn. “I’m with you.”
“Then we got it.” Jason bumped shoulders with him. “I think, for now, we’ll need a set of ropes out to here and out to the water. I can get to the truck just fine.”
“Yeah. I can do that.” He’d been thinking about how to anchor things so the wind and salt and all wouldn’t be too much of a factor. Bax loved that he was going to flex his working man muscles and get some shit done.
