“It’s cool,” Cash said with a chuckle. “We might get punched in the head for a living, but we’re pretty fast on the uptake. Ain’t that right, Red?”
Instead of answering, Red merely nodded before turning away to go back to his workout in the ring.
“That’s his way of saying yes,” Dylan translated.
I smirked. “I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“Well, I can’t wait to get started,” Cash said. “We’ll be here pretty much all day, if you want to catch us in the middle of the action.”
“Right, I’ll be here. It was lovely meeting you and your friend.” I turned to face Dylan with a smile. “And it was lovely running into you.”
“Figuratively or literally?”
I laughed softly. “Will you be here tomorrow, too?”
Cash threw an arm over Dylan’s shoulder. “He is. Dylan’s graciously volunteered to act as our temporary coach while we wait for ours to arrive from Salt Lake.”
“I didn’t volunteer. You hounded me until I said yes.”
“The point is, yes. He’ll be here.”
“Great,” I said. “If that’s the case, I’ll see you gentlemen tomorrow.”
While his smile was small, the warmth in Dylan’s eyes was undeniable. “We’ll see you then.”