Whole Lot More

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

“So, where do you live?” Josh asked.  It had been the first thing that had popped into his head, and he really didn’t want to sit here and have the entire ride be silent.  Besides, he wanted to know more about her and Brynne.  Martin had kept Brynne practically a secret – except for her name – the entire time.

He’d never said where she lived, what she did for a living that kept it so she had a hard time getting away for a weekend, and where she also worked nights.  Secretly he thought she might be a stripper, but that was his own opinion.

“Mississippi,” Julie said, “Brynne flew down from Boston and stayed with me for a day before we drove down here.”

“I thought I detected a hint of a southern accent in your voice...”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I don’t have it heavy or thick or nothing like some people do, but it’s there; especially when I’m mad.”

“How did you and Brynne meet?” he questioned, “If you don’t mind me asking of course... it’s just interesting because the only accent I hear in her voice is a slight Boston one; nothing close to a southern one.”

“Actually, we met on a NASCAR message board a few years ago... we’ve been talking ever since and we’ve met up a few times over the years to go to various races.  Eventually, I think you’ll see the both of us end up living in North Carolina.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Its always been something we’ve talked and talked about, but I’m seriously considering and I know she is, too.”

They were caught in bumper-to-bumper traffic once again, and the silence spanned between them.  “So tell me something about you...”

“What do you want to know?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “Give me anything.  What got you into watching NASCAR, what do you do for a living, what you look for in a guy.  I’ll take anything.”  He thought he hid the little comment about what she looked for in a guy rather well, if he did say so himself.

Junior, Junior and Junior, she thought to herself with a smirk, but for his sake, she just shook her head and rolled her eyes.

This weekend was going to be interesting.

*

“So you finally managed to pull yourself away from your job for a weekend, huh?”

Brynne and Martin sat on the couch in his motorcoach facing each other and just talking.  Anyone who walked in probably wouldn’t have been able to guess this was the first time they’d talked to each other in person by themselves before.

“I had an extra week to train Tara before I came down here.  And trust me, it was still hard.  I seriously almost missed my plane because I was sitting out in my car in the airport parking lot talking to Tara.  But she told me I needed a vacation and that if I called her more than once a day she was going to hang up on me, and then I got on the plane with like two minutes to spare.”

“I’m glad you did,” he smiled, “And besides, I agree with her – you definitely need a vacation.  And don’t even worry about calling her more than once a day – I’ll keep you too busy to worry about it most of the time.”

“Oh really?” she questioned, eyebrow raised, “Just what do you have in the plans for this weekend, Mr. Truex?”

“What do you do for a living?”

“Martin...”

“Brynne...” he imitated.

She looked away and shrugged her shoulders.  “A girl’s gotta have some secrets.”