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“I think that’s natural, huh? Mommas are that way.” Hell, they saw it with Missy all the time.
“Yeah. Yeah, you know me. I missed out on a lot of that.”
Bax just didn’t have good people.
“You have her now, though. Before we were us, even.” Momma loved Bax, had taken him under her wing like he was hers.
“I do. And Jack is a good guy.” Bax kissed him again, then cracked a huge yawn.
“Uh-huh. Sleep.” He curled into Bax, finding where they fit. “Rest for a while.”
“Okay, Mini. I can do that.” Bax went boneless just a few minutes later, a soft snore sounding.
It was good to be home for a minute, somewhere they could rest and let Momma do all the worrying.
Chapter Twelve
“Hey, Mini! That real estate lady wrote us back,” Bax called to Jason, who was sitting on the porch in a plastic kiddie pool, his feet up on a footstool Jack had made out of a wooden cable spool.
“Yeah? She find anything good?” Jason looked tan and happy, about as rednecky as he could be.
Bax opened the email on his tablet, scrolling through. His footstool was way more hairy…and drooly. Jack had a new dog, a bloodhound and Great Pyrenees mix. The silly mutt was named Emmit, and he loved Bax already.
Bax kinda liked him too.
“Two good possibles. Listen to this. This one has a guest house with a bitty kitchen and a hot tub.”
“Oh, that’s cool. Close to the water?”
“Yeah. It’s not right on the beach, but there’s a path. Kinda across the street.” Bax hummed. “The other place is right on the water.”
“Yeah? What’s it like?” Jason looked like the happiest cowboy on earth, and Bax snapped a picture to send to Aje and Gramps. They’d both get a kick out of this.
“It’s a little smaller. Has a mother-in-law suite instead of a guest house. Has a good little plot of land, though. Enough for some horses. No hot tub, but that we could put in. It’s a little more out of town.”
“Cool. I like out of town and on the water. And we need room for a couple horses and some dogs.”
“I think so, yeah. It needs more improvements, but it ain’t like we ain’t got the money.” He tapped out a quick email with his hunt and peck typing, telling Monica the real estate lady that one was a real possibility. Maybe they could go have a tour.
“Cool. Maybe we could go see it.” That was his Jase, following his brainwaves. “Well, you can see it, I’ll feel of it—and together we’ll figure it.”
“Sounds good. I wrote the agent.” Excitement curled in his belly. Whether Jason won or crashed and burned, they could do this, and it would be a sound investment.
It wasn’t fancy, and it would take work, but he liked to do that sort of thing, and God knew they had friends who did too.
Coke was a machine, and AJ loved to build shit.
He grinned, happy as all get out at the very thought.
“If there’s enough room to let someone stay the night, a place for a TV and a comfy couch and a bedroom for a—” Jason stopped and blinked, his expression dumbfounded.
“A bedroom for what, babe?” He held his breath, not sure what would make Jason look like that.
“We’ll get to buy us a bed, Bax. Like you and me. Together. One we pick.”
“We will. We’ll need something firm for my damn back.”Look at that smile. It lit up his whole world. He got it, though. They had places and beds and shit all over the damn country, but wasn’t none of it theirs.
This would be the first thing that was.
