Author's Note: Whew! Long time no hear from huh? Hey guys! I am back from Georgia and my sister and her baby are doing great! I am now the aunt to two very beautiful, very healthy nephews and I can sit back at home and relax once more. Deep breaths. Ahhhhh! Too bad I can't paste pictures in here for you guys to see. Those boys will break hearts one day. One's got dark brown hair right now and the other blonde. Well, I hope you guys missed my updates and stories. I have plenty of time to catch up now and can't wait to check in on some of you. Lots of hugs and smiles. Big Love. Angel422.

"I fail to see why you are so upset, Tom Quincy." I remarked pleasantly as Tommy winced before continuing to push me from the store toward his truck—a standard vehicle this time with this confusing sequence of gears and four wheel drive that just literally made your head spin. Mason was humming as he preceded us to the large contraption—letting himself into it casually as if the tension between Tommy and I were nothing more than a brand of his favorite bottled water—bland and unsatisfying. I sighed.

"You are impossible, you know that, Harrison." Tommy remarked as I cringed. Impossible was not exactly the way I had intended to be viewed, but, hey, I suppose I could play off that description.

"Oh? And you're just so readable yourself, Quincy. Like a friggin' open book, I tell you." I muttered as he growled before throwing me his truck keys. I just gaped at them. Uh……

"And these are for?" I asked uneasily as Tommy looked over at me as if I were beyond idiotic to completely and utterly mentally handi-capped.

"I don't know, Harrison, in this part of the country, you could probably use those to start a cow. Jesus! Just get in." He exclaimed as he climbed into the passenger seat. I could actually see Mason gulp in the back seat as he quickly unbuckled himself and opened the door hurriedly. Oh yeah, Tom was angry. No doubt about it.

"Oh my God! Are you trying to commit suicide, Quincy!" Mason proclaimed as I narrowed my eyes. Okay, I was insulted now. Hello! Tommy just crossed his arms over his chest as he perused me quietly.

"As a matter of fact…" He began as Mason started to practically fan himself in the chilly Montana air. So, I was substantially a bad driver. No need to rub my face in the obvious. Geez! Mason grunted.

"Okay, you two have officially passed from 'this was a cute Wedding Date kind of moment' to something along the lines of a Woody Allen film. So, if you will excuse the blunt 'stick my nose' into your lives busy bodiness, I will point out now that I want it clearly defined upon my demise that you two were the cause of it." Mason complained as he climbed back into the truck slowly before double checking his seat belt a good four or five times. I blanched as I looked at Tommy through the open driver's side door to where he sat casually in the passenger side cloth-covered seat. What was his problem? He raised a brow up at me.

"Afraid Harrison?" He asked gently as I clenched my teeth together. He knew how I was about challenges—knew the exact way to goad me into anything. Something told me anger was ruling his now dysfunctional brain so I did what any other challenged, stubborn female would do. I climbed into the driver's seat as I listened to Mason praying silently in the background in a strange melodramatic tone as I inserted the key into the ignition.

"I didn't know you were Catholic." I commented helpfully to Mason as he laughed slightly.

"I'm not, but give me a moment, and I intend to have every religion covered from Catholicism to Daoism." Mason remarked as Tommy laughed. Oh hell! They were not making fun of me. It was really quite fortunate that my father had at least attempted to teach me enough about a standard before to give me an idea of what each gear was. I won't go into detail about why my father's lesson suddenly stopped. Enough said there.

"You two have no faith in me, do you?" I asked sincerely as Mason hrrruuumpphhed from behind me.

"Faith in you…yeah sure. Faith in your driving abilities…well, not so much." Mason countered as I turned the key to hear the truck suddenly roar to life. Boys be damned! It was about time to show them that girls had balls too—if only figuratively speaking that is.