live here?”
He barked out a surprised laugh. So she liked the old sixties television show The Munsters. So did he. “I’m positive. Although the name of the street is Mockingbird Lane.”
“Are you kidding me? The Munsters lived at 1313 Mockingbird Lane.”
“Yeah. I’m kidding. This is Rose Street.”
She shook her small fist at him. “That’s so not funny.”
Brandon resisted the urge to laugh but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Yeah, it was.”
She grinned with him. “Okay, it was.”
“I know this place looks spooky in this storm, but it’s actually a well-kept building. And the inside is great. You’ll be comfortable.”
“Have you ever stayed here?”
“Well, no. I have a house in town. But trust me. Kristina Harrison has great taste. And she’s a nice person. You’ll be fine.”
“Okay.”
“Stay here. I’ll help you.” He was halfway around the front of the truck when the passenger door opened and Arden hopped out. A splash was followed by a squeal.
“I know. I know. Don’t say it.” She laughed as she stepped onto the curb. “I just thought I could get out and save you the trouble.”
He shook his head. How much trouble could it be to help her out of his truck and carry her across a few puddles? Apparently, she’d rather do that crazy hop-tiptoe step through several inches of cold water than wait for his assistance. He understood the need to be independent since he liked to do things for himself as well, so he resisted the urge to sweep her into his arms and carry her to the stairs, even though it meant getting drenched again. He did stay close by, ready to catch her if she stumbled.
She finally slip-slid her way to the stairs and grabbed a railing. Letting out a breath, he climbed the steps beside her, eager to reach the porch and get them both out of the driving rain. He rang the doorbell and in less than a minute the glass door swung open.
“Goodness. Get in here before you catch pneumonia,” Kristina said, motioning for them to enter.
“Thanks.” Brandon stepped aside to let Arden go before him.
* * *
Arden didn’t need to be told twice. She stepped inside the door held open by a pretty woman who looked to be in her midtwenties. Brandon closed the door behind them and made the introductions.
“I’ll grab some towels so you can dry off,” Kristina said. Arden hated the idea of tracking water across the gleaming marble floors, but when the woman gave her a gentle nudge, she moved toward the sitting room. Two comfy-looking sofas flanked a fireplace that Arden wished was lit. Kristina bustled out of the room.
“Brandon, what brings you and your friend out on such a horrible night?” she said as she hurried back, carrying two fluffy towels. She handed one to Arden, who blotted her face, then began drying her arms.
Brandon took the other towel and smiled at Kristina. For a split second illogical possessiveness and jealousy battled for dominance inside Arden, which didn’t make sense. Why should she care who Brandon smiled at? She’d only just met the man. Besides, men were snakes. Just because she hadn’t heard him rattle didn’t mean he didn’t bite. Arden definitely wasn’t interested in being bitten again.
As they dried themselves off, Brandon explained about Arden’s car breaking down on the highway.
“Oh, you poor thing. How awful,” Kristina said, shaking her head.
Brandon rubbed the towel over his face, his enormous chest muscles flexing. A jolt of awareness shot through her, and Arden suddenly went from chilled to overheated. She rubbed the towel over her hair, reminding herself that a beautiful body didn’t necessarily translate to a good heart. Though, to be fair, he had been more than kind so far. And he didn’t even know she was rich.
“I gave her a lift and brought her here. She needs a place to stay the night.”
“Oh, no. I’m booked. Carmen and Trent’s wedding is this weekend. People started arriving this afternoon.”
“So early? It’s only Monday.”
“Apparently, some of the guests are turning this trip into a vacation. Sweet Briar has become a popular destination in the past couple years. In fact, I’m filled for most of the summer.” Kristina turned to Arden to include her in the conversation. “Trent is our chief of police and a great guy. His first wife was killed in a car accident a few years back. How long ago was it, Brandon?”
He shrugged his massive shoulders. “It was before my time.”
Kristina turned back to Arden. “Anyway, Carmen was born here but moved to New York years ago. She came back for her mother’s funeral, God rest her soul. Anyhow, they fell in love and are getting married. Don’t you just love a happy ending?”
Kristina sighed. Arden sneezed.
“Bless you. I’m so sorry I don’t have a place for you to stay. I would suggest the Come On Inn, even though Reginald Thomas annoys me enough to make me swear, but they’re booked, too. Of course we were filled days before they were. They only got our overflow.”
Arden nodded and rubbed the towel over her legs. She really needed to get out of these wet clothes.
“So, what are you going to do?” Kristina asked. It was clear to Arden that the other woman was sincerely concerned, which surprised her, given that they were complete strangers.
“The only thing we can do. I’m taking her home with me.”
“You’re taking me home with you?” Arden asked the minute they were alone in his truck. “There has to be somewhere else I can stay the night.”
Brandon glanced over at Arden. She was watching him almost as closely as she had when he’d picked her up on the highway. He could understand her unease although she had nothing to be afraid of. “You heard Kristina. Both bed-and-breakfasts are filled. There’s not another place in town. There are a couple of chain hotels twenty or so miles down the highway, but I’m not sure all the roads are passable. And, even if we make it, there’s no guarantee they’ll have rooms available.”
She nodded, but she didn’t appear pleased by his answer. Still, she couldn’t argue the facts. The rain showed no sign of letting up anytime soon. Truth be told, he wished there was somewhere else she could spend the night. He’d rather be done with the whole thing, too, but he had picked her up and now bore some responsibility for her welfare. He couldn’t just dump her on the side of the road in the middle of a storm and bid her adieu. He’d arrange for her to get her car towed to town first thing in the morning so she could go on her merry way. Surely that would be enough chivalry to satisfy even his parents.
He started the truck and drove down the street, passing the town’s lone gas station. The lights over the pumps were dim, casting odd shadows on the street. Not a soul was around. “You’ll be perfectly safe. My sister, Joni, lives with me.”
“And she’ll be there?”
He nodded and stopped at the corner. He grabbed his cell phone, punched in his home number and put the phone on speaker. Joni answered on the third ring.
“Hey, Brandon.”
“Joni, I’ll be home in a couple of minutes. I’m bringing someone with me.”
Joni laughed. “I know. I just got off the phone with Kristina.”
“That woman is in the wrong business. She should be a reporter.”
Joni laughed again. “Can your friend hear me?”