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Authors: Sean Michael
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don't want to take me to the restaurant..."
He envied DJ that courage. It was no wonder the man was dealing with the blindness with such aplomb--DJ had a core of strength. "I'm not abandoning a blind man in a church. Besides, why wouldn't I take my old friend to the restaurant when everyone else is already gone?" A large part of him wished he'd said he didn't care, wished he could say that.
"Absolutely right." DJ stood. "Let's go. I need to let Walter do his business before I make him sit at supper."
"He's a beautiful dog." As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wanted to kick himself. Nice one, tell the blind guy his dog looks good.
"He's a shithead and he makes me laugh, every day."
"Good, you've got a great laugh." It seemed it was his day for letting his mouth spew out every stupid thought in his head.
DJ chuckled. "You sound exhausted and stressed out."
"I hate being stuck at the airport." He stood and offered his hand to DJ before realizing the man couldn't see him.
"I hate flying." DJ stood, bumped into him. "Sorry."
"No, it's okay. I should have gotten out of your way." God, he'd been thrown by DJ in the first place, even though he'd known the man would be here, but with everything else, he was feeling...so much. He took DJ's hand and put it on his arm. "Is this okay?"
"Thank you. Come on, Walter. Let's go." DJ seemed so easy in his skin; it was absolutely insane.
It also made the man as sexy as ever. Maybe even sexier. That confidence in himself, in who he was, had always appealed to Ryan.
He headed out of the church with DJ and Walter, and sure enough, the parking lot was deserted except for his rental. "I haven't even checked in at the hotel." It had been straight here from Budget at the airport.
"Did you want to just go there?"
Ryan led them over to a grassy spot for the dog to do his business. "I'm not opposed to ordering room service." He didn't really feel like sitting in a restaurant where most everyone already knew each other, had family or at least significant others there. That decided it. "Yeah, I'll text Brian a head's up so they know we didn't get lost or anything."
"Okay." DJ could stand more quietly than anyone he'd ever seen. Ever.
When the dog had done his business, Ryan took DJ's arm again and led him over to the car, opening the door for him. "Walter will go in the back, right?"
"He will. He's exceptional in the car."
Ryan opened the back door and Walter jumped right in, settling easily on the backseat. Huh. Cool.
Going around to driver's side, he climbed in and programmed in the hotel address into the GPS. He was pretty sure he knew the way there, but it had been seven years since he'd lived here and better safe than sorry. "How do you usually get around?"
"At home? I walk, mostly. If I need to go somewhere outside my comfort zone, I hire a cab or my assistant goes with me. She's a neat woman, incredibly efficient. Her first grandson is due any day, though, so I couldn't ask her to come." DJ shrugged. "I knew you guys would be here."
"Cool. Are you already checked in?" He hoped so, there wasn't any luggage for DJ.
"I am. I got a taxi from the airport and then the hotel hired me a driver to here." He smiled. "There are benefits to being special needs sometimes."
"Like getting on an earlier flight when there's a delay?"
"You know it." DJ chuckled. "It's a challenge, Walter in a huge airport. They had incentive."
Ryan chuckled; he would have liked to have seen that.
"You hear that, Walter? Ry's laughing at us."
The big dog lifted his head, woofed.
"I was just picturing the bitchy lady at my counter having to deal with Walter." He turned the car at the next right; it shouldn't be much farther.
"How's the traffic? It sounds busy."
"Yeah. I guess everyone's going on the town on a Friday night. Oh, here we are. Hold on." He'd nearly missed the turn off and wound up taking the corner too hard.
DJ banged his head against the window, loud enough that he heard it.
"Shit.
He envied DJ that courage. It was no wonder the man was dealing with the blindness with such aplomb--DJ had a core of strength. "I'm not abandoning a blind man in a church. Besides, why wouldn't I take my old friend to the restaurant when everyone else is already gone?" A large part of him wished he'd said he didn't care, wished he could say that.
"Absolutely right." DJ stood. "Let's go. I need to let Walter do his business before I make him sit at supper."
"He's a beautiful dog." As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wanted to kick himself. Nice one, tell the blind guy his dog looks good.
"He's a shithead and he makes me laugh, every day."
"Good, you've got a great laugh." It seemed it was his day for letting his mouth spew out every stupid thought in his head.
DJ chuckled. "You sound exhausted and stressed out."
"I hate being stuck at the airport." He stood and offered his hand to DJ before realizing the man couldn't see him.
"I hate flying." DJ stood, bumped into him. "Sorry."
"No, it's okay. I should have gotten out of your way." God, he'd been thrown by DJ in the first place, even though he'd known the man would be here, but with everything else, he was feeling...so much. He took DJ's hand and put it on his arm. "Is this okay?"
"Thank you. Come on, Walter. Let's go." DJ seemed so easy in his skin; it was absolutely insane.
It also made the man as sexy as ever. Maybe even sexier. That confidence in himself, in who he was, had always appealed to Ryan.
He headed out of the church with DJ and Walter, and sure enough, the parking lot was deserted except for his rental. "I haven't even checked in at the hotel." It had been straight here from Budget at the airport.
"Did you want to just go there?"
Ryan led them over to a grassy spot for the dog to do his business. "I'm not opposed to ordering room service." He didn't really feel like sitting in a restaurant where most everyone already knew each other, had family or at least significant others there. That decided it. "Yeah, I'll text Brian a head's up so they know we didn't get lost or anything."
"Okay." DJ could stand more quietly than anyone he'd ever seen. Ever.
When the dog had done his business, Ryan took DJ's arm again and led him over to the car, opening the door for him. "Walter will go in the back, right?"
"He will. He's exceptional in the car."
Ryan opened the back door and Walter jumped right in, settling easily on the backseat. Huh. Cool.
Going around to driver's side, he climbed in and programmed in the hotel address into the GPS. He was pretty sure he knew the way there, but it had been seven years since he'd lived here and better safe than sorry. "How do you usually get around?"
"At home? I walk, mostly. If I need to go somewhere outside my comfort zone, I hire a cab or my assistant goes with me. She's a neat woman, incredibly efficient. Her first grandson is due any day, though, so I couldn't ask her to come." DJ shrugged. "I knew you guys would be here."
"Cool. Are you already checked in?" He hoped so, there wasn't any luggage for DJ.
"I am. I got a taxi from the airport and then the hotel hired me a driver to here." He smiled. "There are benefits to being special needs sometimes."
"Like getting on an earlier flight when there's a delay?"
"You know it." DJ chuckled. "It's a challenge, Walter in a huge airport. They had incentive."
Ryan chuckled; he would have liked to have seen that.
"You hear that, Walter? Ry's laughing at us."
The big dog lifted his head, woofed.
"I was just picturing the bitchy lady at my counter having to deal with Walter." He turned the car at the next right; it shouldn't be much farther.
"How's the traffic? It sounds busy."
"Yeah. I guess everyone's going on the town on a Friday night. Oh, here we are. Hold on." He'd nearly missed the turn off and wound up taking the corner too hard.
DJ banged his head against the window, loud enough that he heard it.
"Shit.
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