Page 96 of Leading the Blind
“Emmy and me, we saw them last night. They stabilized his spine. He’ll be going to pick up the dogs then come to you in a couple of days.”
“Well, good.” They would set it up so Coke didn’t have to do dick all once he got up the stairs. “We’ve got tons of room for them and the bassets.”
“I know Dillon appreciates it too,” Emmy said softly. “Coke will need some enforced rest.”
“They can stay right there with us, as long as they want to.” Jason didn’t sound the least bit hesitant.
Bax did love him so.
“I can’t wait to see y’all’s place come spring.” Cotton wanted to come down and go deep-sea fishing.
“You’re welcome, anytime. We do have stairs.”
“We’ll bring a baby gate if we need one, but I bet they’re still pretty little in the spring, man.” Cotton chuckled.
“They’ll have a ball,” Jason said. “Y’all just call.”
“We will. We’ll let you settle some after the holidays.” Em gave them a husky chuckle. “Our families will want to see the babies a lot.”
“Of course. Between your brothers and Cotton’s momma, you’re going to be on fire.” Bax chuckled softly. “Come on, Jase. Let’s go see Gramps and head home.”
“You got it.” Mini was subdued some, but he knew that was all about Gramps. Hopefully, seeing him would make it better.
Then he was taking his man home, dammit.
They’d earned this.
Bax was starting to feel like there was a damn conspiracy to keep them from starting the new part of their life. There wasn’t, but he felt like it. He got Jason to give Em her baby back, then they were on the road.
“You get enough to eat?” Bax asked.
“Yeah.”
Uh-huh. Right. Jason hadn’t eaten a bite.
“You bring that muffin with you?” He needed Jason to at least try or he’d get sick on his stomach.
“Yeah. Yeah, I did. I love the lemon ones.”
Jason needed to talk to Coke and go home. Go back to life—real, long-term life.
They had so much to do. Hell, Bax’s honey-do list was longer than his arm. He was itchin’ to get to work.
The hospital was an easy drive, and they parked in visitor’s. “Come on, Mini. Let’s go do this. The water is calling me.” They wouldn’t make it home tonight, but the day after that? They’d be in their own bed.
“I’m in.” Jason stretched a little, and sure enough, halfway to the hospital Jason was eating that lemon muffin.
Coke was on the third floor, so they went straight up.
Dillon was sitting in Coke’s room, and he glanced up when they came in, his drawn face brightening. “Hey, guys. Congratulations, Jason. You did it.”
“I’m sorry. I swear to God, Dillon. I’m sorry.”
Dillon shook his head. “It could have been anyone, Jason. Coke knows the drill. Let me wake him up so he can say hi, huh? They have him a little dopey so he doesn’t move around too much.”
“How bad is it?”
“He’s tired, his body is wearing out, but he’s going to heal. He can walk. He can feel his arms and legs. He just needs a break and a rest.” Dillon stood and gently woke Coke up. “We’re getting out of here in two days, then we fly home, get the dogs and head to you.”
