Page 23 of Leading the Blind
“So sexy.” Dillon was cruising for a bruising.
“Jason! Jason, are you back for real? Your fans are asking.” Whoever that was had a chirpy damn voice.
“I am. Working my way to the big show.”Fucker.
“We’re all waiting to see that.” The lady just went on and on, but he was known for ignoring the non-arena announcers. TV had never been his forte.
“You and me both,” Bax muttered.
“Shh.” Jason had to smile, though. It was actually easier to hide at the big events.
The crowd noises rose and fell, then went quiet.
Damn, someone got hurt.
He shook his head, not wanting to know, really. He had to, but he didn’t want to.
“Come on, Mini. Let’s get a water before they call you up. You’re going to be the leader going into the short go.”
“Who got hurt?”
“Houston again. Damn kid needs to get his mind in the middle.”
Jason shook his head. “He wouldn’t know what to do, iff’n his bell wasn’t rung.”
“I guess so.” Bax chuckled, leading him around behind the chutes.
“I did okay?” he whispered.
“Shit, you looked Ace right in the eye and smiled. I damn near swallowed my teeth.”
“Good deal. I was going for it, you know?”
“You were. This is your season, Mini.” Was that Bax’s hand on his ass?
“It better be, huh?” He flexed.Yeah. Hand. Ass. In public. His cheeks heated but he couldn’t stop grinning.
“No one’s watching, Mini. You’re good.”
“I am. You’re crazy.”
“Yeah. It feels cool to be a little crazy sometimes.”
“It does.” He was getting ready to let things ease up, if he were honest.
Bax led him to a chute, and he grasped the rail.Nothing to do now but wait. “You hungry?”
“Nah. We’ll order pizza at the hotel.” Sharing a pizza with Andy Baxter was one of his oldest things. His dearest.
“Cool. The corny dogs here smell like ass.”
“So long as they still look like dicks, right?”
Bax hooted like a big old owl. “Well, if you’re eatin’ ‘em, yeah.”
“I’d rather have the real deal,” he muttered.
“I know. You win big and buy the pizza and I’m all yours.”
