“Yeah.”
“Should we stay?” He didn’t want to be a shit, but he didn’t want to be a bad friend either.
“I’m not going anywhere, but I think you’re okay to go.”
Hudson was looking between them. “He wants us to leave?”
“That’s what he says.” He grabbed his phone.
Jack
Can I run in and see him or no?
The dots popped up on his screen and stayed there for a while, then Sid finally texted,
Sid
yeah
“I’m going to see him. I’ll be right back.” He winked at Hudson. “Be right back, darlin’.”
Then he headed to reception. “Ma’am, I just got a text to go back to see my buddy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Cowboys.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She pointed down the hall. “Curtain seven.”
Sid was standing in the hall when he got there. “Hey. He’ll be okay, but he’smad. He’s even mad at me.”
“Fair enough.” Mackey couldn’t hurt his feelings. He didn’t have any of those. He walked in, grinned at Mack. “Hey, pukemeister.”
“Fuck you, Boers.”
He blew Mackey a kiss. “You gave that up when you got all taken. Besides, I don’t bottom.”
“You might have for me.”
He snorted, because they both knew better. “Right.”
“They ain’t gonna let me work.” Mackey pinned him with a serious look. “I need you to look after my team tomorrow.”
“You know I always do, Mother. I got them.” He held one hand out to shake. “I’m the one you can count on.”
Mackey reached for Jack’s hand to shake, and if he missed it on the first try, no one else would ever know. “I know. Jesus, my head hurts.”
“You need to rest, Mother. You ain’t got a whole lot of brain cells left to destroy.” God, he hated seeing Mackey down.
Mackey gave him a lopsided grin. “Got that right. Sid’s got me. I’ll be fine.”
“Of course you will. You’re my ride or die.”
“No shit on that, my man.” Mackey winked at him. “Go hang with your guy.”
His guy? Was Hudson his?
Hudson was waiting for him when he got back, sitting in a chair and scrolling on his phone. “Tommy took Sid to get some decent coffee and some food.”