Page 98 of Leading the Blind

“Shit, we are family—huge and fucked up and weird, but family.” Jason snorted, tossing his head like a fractious horse. “We’ll see you at the house in a few days.”

“Go on.” Dillon jerked his head at Bax. “Get him out of here before I get any more emotional.”

“Yessir.” Bax shook Dillon’s hand. “You’re a good friend, even if you freak me out a little.”

Dillon did a little jig. “I love you too, Andy Baxter. Be careful going home.”

They all chuckled then they turned and left. Coke and Dillon didn’t need their dithering. Not one bit.

Jason reached out and took his arm, easy as pie, right there in the hospital. “I’m ready, Bax. Let’s go home and get me a dog. It’s time.”

Bax snorted, then kinda busted out laughing. “Well, all right, Jason, but do they let all them hound dogs you love be seeing-eye dogs?”

God help them all… If it could be, Mini would make it so.

Bax led them out the door into the sunshine.

Their beach was waiting.