Author's Note: And here I am with more new chapters for this story. Yay! I hope that you guys enjoy and just to check up on a few--how's your sunburn Tommy4Eva, Your stomach feeling any better JackJackio? I hope so. Lots of love to you guys and I hope to hear from you all soon. Smiles. Angel422
"So, you guys up for some Q&A because I find this incessant need to discover a little more about Tom's family here?" Mason asked cheerfully as Tommy threw me a sideways look. I couldn't help but hide a grin as I looked over my shoulder at Mason knowingly. He was genuinely excited about this trip.
"Don't let him go all Brokeback Mountain on you, Quince. He's fishing to see if you've got any hot male relatives inclined to dance the dance of love." I stated on a small smile as Tommy suddenly swerved the truck off the road before peering in astonishment at Mason through the rearview mirror. Mason just shrugged before grinning.
"Dear God, I've managed to invite the circus to town." Tommy commented under his breath as he realized what that implied while I leaned over to switch his heater up. Montana was one cold son of a gun during the winter. Tommy leaned over to turn it back down, andI pouted over at him.
"Either give up the leather jacket buster or let me control the heater. Choices, choices." I remarked as I turned the heater back up once again. He just sighed before settling back into the driver's seat—staring out his window as if his thoughts were as tempestuous as the weather. I couldn't help but feel the need to make him feel better—hell, to make myself feel better about discovering that we had been talking to each other this whole time—relying on each other's strengths to make it through the hard times we had endured over the last couple of months since he had first disappeared. It made it hard for me to hate him.
"I brought you something." I told him quietly as Tom glanced over at me suddenly in surprise. I just shrugged as I leaned over and grabbed something out of the duffel bag at my feet. I couldn't help but hide a grin as I handed it to him—watching him open the brown paper bag one handed only to laugh when he pulled out a small model of a Harley Davidson limited edition bike. He chuckled as he set it down on his dashboard.
"That's just something for you to go by when you have yours specialty made." I replied with a small smile as he shook his head in fond amusement.
"You're one of a kind, Jude Harrison—a freak novelty of nature." He remarked as I listened to Mason laugh in the back seat. I just grimaced. Was that a compliment or an insult?
"I'm going to take that as a compliment, master." I replied as Mason continued to snicker while Tommy just stared over at me a moment quietly—glancing out his window at a house that suddenly materialized in the distance. Smoke curled up out of the two-story monstrosity—reaching its warm, gray fingers into the icy sky as Tommy turned into the drive, and I flinched at the amount of cars that littered the lawn. Tom wasn't kidding when he had said family reunion.
"Are all of these people staying here?" I asked him quietly as Tom patted me suddenly on the knee as if that was some innate way to comfort me. It did nothing.
"Hell, no with an exaggeration on the no. But they all tend to think that I am their family makeover project—the one that still needs direction. I think they just enjoy the way it aggravates the stew out of me. Buckle yourself in for the ride, puppet, because they've got an entire itinerary planned out." Tommy stated with a small, snide smile. I could practically feel Mason rubbing his hands together in anticipation as I groaned. Was the option to fly back to Canada still open?