Page 68 of Leading the Blind
Dillon popped open a Coke. “I’ll work out my contract. Then we’ll see.”
“You think you’ll do something else?” he asked, and Dillon snorted.
“I think I’ll retire with my bullfighter and make a lot of YouTube videos.”
Wow. Dillon retiring seemed like this super serious thing. “Who you think will replace you?” Bax asked.
Dillon shrugged. “Lance Jamesby is good. So is Wacey Green.”
“None of them are you.” Coke looked thunderous, a little, and it made Bax grin. Those two loved each other like…well, like he loved Jase.
“I know.” Dillon snapped both fingers, then rolled his shoulders, which Jase missed, but he had to know Dillon was being a goof. “But they’ll bring in their own fans, and mine will learn to like whoever takes over.”
Jason chuckled softly. “It’s weird, huh? Cool, but weird, knowing that it’s going to be over, but it’ll never be over.”
“There’s always a new young gun,” Coke agreed.
“Someone without a bum knee,” Bax threw in.
“Someone who can see,” Jason deadpanned.
“Well, that got depressing,” Dillon said. “What else are you planning besides goats?”
“Hours and hours of home repair,” he said, with a wild grin. “I’m looking forward to fixing all the little things, making this our place, you know?”
“It’s a good feeling,” Coke agreed. “Dillon and I turned both our houses inside out to make them work for each other.”
Dillon hooted. “Hey, I just put in a hot tub. And an outdoor kitchen. And a media room…”
“And I put in a music system in and out, and a doggie door, and added double seats in the media room,” Coke shot back. “Thank God y’all only have one house to redo.”
“We’re talking about getting us a little cabin too,” Jason said. “Just something small in the mountains.”
“Diversify, I say. You need help with that, just holler, since that’s more my neck of the woods.” Dillon chuckled. “I love real estate.”
“Freak,” Bax said fondly.
“Totally. But we have this wild, wonderful network of places. The more the merrier.”
“I want somewhere we can go see snow,” Jason said, which surprised him. Jason was skinny enough that the cold got into him.
“Well, you can come to mine anytime.” Dillon reached over to poke Jason gently. “But a cabin someplace like Colorado would be a great investment, and a neat place to go…when you get your book deal.”
“Right. After the movie deal, huh?” Jason snorted. “We’ll see. First, we got to get me through the season.”
“I got a commercial to make too. Well, three of them.” Bax’s cheeks heated, but he wanted Dillon to look at the contract, make sure he was doing the right thing.
“Well, Andy Baxter. Look at you.” Coke slapped his chair again.
“I know. I’m a star.” He flexed a little, making light.
“That’s it. He’s my sparkling star.” Jason grinned toward him.
“You guys are goofs.” Dillon kicked back, putting his feet up on one of the little stools Momma had insisted on getting them. “Man, this is the life.”
“No shit on that.” Gramps rocked like he was the happiest man alive. “We’ll help do whatever you need, guys. Maybe after a bit of a rest.”
“You look worn, Coke. I ain’t trying to be mean.”
