Buy him coffee? Why?She wanted to be rid of the smartass.
Jase opened her car door. “Mom, I have this under control.” He nodded to Brenna. “Give me your map, I’ll point it out for ya. You best call a hotel.”
She spoke low. “I didn’t think a small town like this would be filled up. That’s the reason I didn’t make reservations.” It had sounded logical to her.
“Well, lesson learned. Where’s your map? Should I just program your GPS?” He gave a devious sounding laugh.
“I know how to program it.” Okay, so she hadn’t used it until she left Phoenix. He didn’t have to know.
“Well, good for you, ma’am. I can see why this mountain distracted you.”
Judy laid her hand over her son’s arm. “Would you mind putting the gas can back in my car? Make sure it don’t drip cause me and Martyn don’t want to smell that all the way home.”
“I’ll stick it in the back of my truck and drop it off at your house.”
When he grabbed the can and left, Judy said to Brenna, “I must apologize for his behavior. He’s been in a bad way lately with lots on his mind. He isn’t usually like this.”
She sighed. “Neither am I.” Brenna used the heel of her hand to dab at the sweat beading on her forehead. Glancing toward the mountain, it now took on a spookier tone standing in the dark like a Dracula statue. “Well, he didn’t have to stop. I appreciate the help.”
“Yes, he did. All three of my boys were raised that way.”
Brenna looked after him as he fiddled with something inside his truck. With his hat off and under the interior light, she saw more of his handsome face. Dark hair was long and looking kind of shaggy. She liked it, unfortunately. The scruff on his face fit him, too. Dammit.
When he got back out, he removed his outer shirt and tossed it in the back of his truck, walked over and stood beside his mom. “That’s taken care of, but I spilled gasoline on my shirt.”
Brenna stood with her mouth gaping, jaw close to the ground. The muscles in his arms bulged in his cut-off sleeved shirt. They were so huge she wanted to reach out and touch them to see if they were real. When he cleared his throat, she became aware of her stare. So had he.
“Hey, I could use a cup of coffee after all. Let me show you where that hotel is?” He directed his attention to his mom, but flashed back to Brenna. “How long will you be staying in a hotel? That might determine the best spot for you.”
She relaxed her shoulders and let go of her on-guard attitude. He seemed to have mellowed out some. “Well, I’ll be moving into a townhouse or apartment as soon as I can find one.”
“Wait. What?” asked Judy. She turned to Jase. “Hey, I have an idea. Nora needs to sublet her townhouse.”
“Yeah, Ma, we’ll have to talk to her about that.”
Brenna covered her mouth in a yawn. “I really need to get to a hotel.” Turning to Jase, she placed her hand on his forearm, her eyes following. Hallelujah, that’s a strong arm. “I can use a cup of coffee too. Whatever you think is best. You know the area. I need to get settled. Tomorrow I’ll visit a dealer and get this GPS checked out so I can find my way around.”
“Heck, ma’am, it’s not so bad once you get to know it. Get on the 60, it about takes you where you need to go.”
“Yes, that’s what I thought until I couldn’t find U.S 60. But, at least I found where I’ll work.” She shook her head with a subtle laugh, and shrugged. “Then again, I have no idea how I even got here.” She hoped that didn’t make her sound irresponsible.
“We’ll get you taken care of.” Jase took his mom’s arm, guiding her to her 4x4. Judy pulled away and came back.
“Nice to have met you, Brenna… Brenna? What’s your last name, dear?”
“Um, Page. Brenna Page.”
“Bet the kids have fun with that,” teased Jase. “A teacher named Page.” He snickered and his mom swatted his arm.
“You know,” said Brenna, “I teach little