“Duuuude.” Kyle grinned, teasing. “Good to see you.” They exchanged some complicated handshake and ended with a bro hug. “What the hell are you eating?”
“It’s that veggie dog thing.”
“Really, Timmy? Go with a cheeseburger next time. Hey, Hank.” They shook hands.
“Kyle. This is Little Mel, Mr. Bill, and over there is our new picker, Colt Boudreaux.”
Kyle shook hands and grabbed for Colt’s last. “Pleasure.”
Strong and warm and Colt’s body tightened, the sudden rush of want surprising the shit out of him.Huh. Pretty.“Pleased.”
Sit, boo, and watch you. Folks is folks and no one might want to know you swing the rainbow way.
Then again, he kind of thought Kyle held his hand, and eyes, just a little too long.
“I got your CDs, man.” Timmy dug around in his messenger bag.
“Oh, great. Thanks.” Kyle gave his hand an extra squeeze before letting go and taking the CDs from Timmy.
He set to his french fries, letting the greasy saltiness soothe his belly.
“So, Timmy, I’ve got another project to talk to you about. Do you have some time?”
“Um. Well, I’m in the studio with these guys for at least the next few days. Why don’t you come by?”
“Yeah? Okay, cool.”
“What kind of project is it?”
“I need something simple. Like really simple. Maybe just a guitar even. I’ll tell you all about it, and you can help me decide.”
“Yeah, sure, dude. No sweat.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. Nice meeting you all. I’m headed to rehearsal. Gotta run.” Kyle kissed Timmy smack on the lips.
“Later, twinkle toes.”
“Oh! Timmy! Roulette. Tomorrow night, karaoke and crazy shit. You should come.”
“Sounds great, dude.”
Kyle disappeared onto the street.
Lord have mercy, that was hot. He knew a few places in the Crescent he could do that, but here? Good to know.
Timmy laughed. “That guy is insane, dude. ‘Karaoke and crazy shit’ could literally mean anything. Oh. Colt. I meant to ask—you good with a place to stay? I know the studio is putting you up for a couple of days in a hotel, but after that? I got a room if you need one.”
“Yeah? I—I gotta call Nathan and find out what happens, but I might could use a real place. Somewhere I can cook.” He could spend him a few days in a place not a hotel room.
“Sure. Offer stands, kitchen isn’t big, but it’s got all the… kitchen stuff. I don’t cook.”
Mr. Bill and Hank gave them all a shake. “I’m gonna get Hank into a cab and head home. We’ll catch y’all tomorrow morning, yeah?”
“I’ll be in by eight. Studio is yours whenever you show, bro.”
Little Mel was looking at her phone. “No later than nine, boys. I want the full day we’re paying for.”
He nodded, nibbling on his fries. “I’ll be there, ma’am. No worries.”