Mel came over with Brandon’s beer and Hayley’s wine, and took their orders after she’d set their drinks in front of them. “I’ll get those out to you as quickly as I can.”
Hayley smiled at her. “Thanks so much.” Still, pleasant as the waitress seemed to be, it was a relief to have her gone, so she could take a sip of wine and mentally brace herself for what she needed to tell Brandon.
He drank some beer, then asked, “What’s going on, Hayley?”
She set her glass down, wrapped her hands around its base. “A lot.”
“Something related to why you’re here in Jerome?”
Why such a question should surprise her, she wasn’t sure. After all, just because her brother had his head buried in engines most of the day didn’t mean he still didn’t know what was going on in the world. “Yes, something like that
