Page 2 of Just in Time
Blaze’s heart sped a little. He could easily go there. Valon and he loved each other. They were like brothers. Things had changed some since Valon married. Valon didn’t really party with the band any longer, but Blaze knew he was always welcome at Valon’s place.
His car pulled up to the curb.
With a sharp nod, Blaze dug out his phone. “Let’s go. You drive. I’ll text Valon and let him know I’m on the way.”
Diesel didn’t hesitate. He kept Blaze safe the entire conversation and into the car before climbing behind the wheel. Blaze didn’t even notice the fans waiting to get into the club trying to push their way past club security to get to him. He didn’t hear the people calling his name. His mind was completely locked on his task. He texted Valon.
Blaze: I know you’re likely busy enjoying your celebratory fuck, but I hear German is staying with you.
He didn’t feel even the smallest hint of embarrassment. Blaze could be friends with whoever the fuck he wanted.
Valon:LOL! He’s set up in the pool house. You could’ve at least pretended you wanted to swing by to see me.
Blaze:Nah. I know you too well. You’ll invite me if you want to hang out. It’s still the honeymoon stage of things. I won’t stand in the way of you enjoying your husband.
Valon:Thanks for that. We’ll let security know you’re on your way. They’ll let you in.
Blaze:Thanks. Get back to your fun.
Valon:Who said I ever stopped?
A laugh barked from Blaze as he read the message. Knowing Valon, he wasn’t joking.
“I take it Valon is okay with us stopping by.”
Blaze twisted the phone in his lap as he answered. “Yeah. Valon doesn’t know how to say no. That’s why I told him we’re swinging by to see German so he could keep his plans with Marc. He said German is staying in the pool house and he’d let security know.”
Diesel nodded along as he listened, keeping his gaze locked on the road.
Blaze eyed his profile. The guy always looked serene as hell. He was the perfect bodyguard for Blaze. Diesel stayed chill through every antic Blaze could muster. Yet he also didn’t act like he was only an employee. Blaze appreciated that. He wanted to be comfortable with whoever was stuck with him.
“Do you think this is weird?”
Diesel quickly glanced his way. “What?”
Blaze shrugged even though Diesel wasn’t looking at him. “Leaving a celebration meant for me to go see German?”
“No.” He visibly hesitated. “Do you want my full, honest opinion?”
“Sure.”
Diesel tossed another glance his way. “Are you sure? I’m not trying to get fired here.”
Blaze laughed. “Dude, seriously, you’re good.”
“I’m not trying to lecture you.”
Damn. It kind of sounded like he wound up to lecture him
Finally, Diesel spit it out. “I think you’ve made the right choice. You have a lot of fake people hanging on and leeching from you. German might not be the type of guy people think of hanging out with celebrities, but at least he’s real.”
“I get that impression.”
Diesel nodded. “There’s a reason German doesn’t get many long-term assignments. He’s Steel’s go-to guy. Steel knows he can trust him with any situation. It makes a hell of a lot more sense for you to hang out with German than Cheese or whatever that guy calls himself.”
A laugh burst from Blaze. “Brie? He’s French,” Blaze explained through his laughter.
“Yeah. That’s the one.”
