Page 18 of Leading the Blind
Bax answered. “He wants the medium one. I’ll take a venti mocha with double whip.”
“Cotton wants a grande latte with a shot of hazelnut, please, Dill.”
“Rock on, Em.” He heard Dillon’s whistle disappear.
“Well, then, we ought to find us a more private place to sit.” Nate sounded a little wore.
“Miss Emily got us a conference room,” Jason said, and suddenly everyone was moving, Bax right there at his elbow.
The heavy tread of cowboy boots on tile, then carpet, made him smile.A herd of turtles, this bunch.
Still, they were herding for him, and he knew it. They were all counting on his skinny ass to make this work.No pressure there. Then again, nothing about his fucking job had ever been easy, and now he had Bax. Had him in every way.
He was a bull rider. He’d been born a bull rider and he’d never be anything else, so he’d better take it while he could.
“Mmm. God those tacos smell good.” Bax guided him to a chair, and he heard paper crinkling. “You want salsa, Mini?”
“Yeah, please.”
“So, catch me up,” Nate said, and one big hand caught Jason’s, guiding him to the pack of three tacos.
“Emmy has an earpiece for me and Dillon will call the shots. So far that’s it.”
“So they calling you up to the big show?”
“Ace asked damn near a month ago,” Bax murmured.
“We’re fixin’ to practice. Maybe I can ride around on the rolling chair.” He rolled his eyes.
“Very funny. Maybe you can ride Nate.” Bax was getting snarly.
“Nah, I’m wore out. You know they got me doing that microphone thing for the televised show, right?”
“Shit. Yeah, you’ll have to be careful, Nattie.” Coke chuckled. “Not that you ain’t always.”
He closed his eyes and focused on the food. He was already fucking tired.
Bax touched his wrist. “Sorry, Mini. I think I need food.”
“It’s all good. Tacos, then I’ll figure this out.”
“We will. We got tons of help.” Bax chuckled low.
A fuck ton, even. “Yessir.”
“It will be easier. You have someone to tell you. I won’t have to shout so much.”
Not that Bax couldn’t holler.Lord have mercy.
He grabbed a taco, knowing Bax had put salsa on. He could smell it.
Time to eat, then learn this new thing Dillon had dreamed up.
Seemed like all he did these days was learn shit.
It really did make a man tired.
“All right.Head down the center aisle, Jason. Two steps to your right, then straight on.” Dillon gave Jason directions like he’d been born to it. Boom. He could tell Jase exactly what he needed to do in as few words as possible.
