wouldn’t say no. But she might want to go more slowly. So … are you seeing anyone?”
The question was asked casually enough, but Montana wasn’t fooled. Her mother would want details. Not that she had any to share. She hadn’t been on a date in months. And her tour of town with Simon didn’t count, even with the kiss.
“No, are you?”
Her mother leaned against the counter and sighed. “I’ve been on a few dates, but nothing special.” She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t understand it. There are so many younger men asking me out. Why? Where are all the good men in their fifties and sixties?”
Montana looked at her mother. Denise was as pretty as she had been twenty years ago. She could also fit in the same clothes. Her blond hair was short and stylish. She understood why younger men were interested in her mother, even though she didn’t want to hear about it.
For a second, she thought about mentioning Max. Her boss was about the right age and in the year Montana had known him, he’d never been out with anyone. At least she didn’t think he’d been on a date. They didn’t exactly talk about their personal lives. So, he was a possibility. Except for the issue of the name Max tattooed on her mother’s hip. Whoever that Max was, their relationship had been very intense. There might be name associations her mother wouldn’t appreciate.
“Your sister told me about your conversation with Mayor Marsha,” her mother said.
“We really don’t have to talk about that.” She glanced at the clock, wishing someone would show up. Anyone would be a distraction.
“It’s nice of you to help the town. What’s he like?”
“Quiet.” A great kisser. But that was a factoid she was not going to share with her mother.
“Do you think you’ll be seeing him again?”
Before Montana could figure out how to answer, the phone rang.
Saved by the bell, she thought humorously.
Her mother reached for the receiver. “Hello?”
Montana turned toward the refrigerator to get herself something to drink. But a sixth sense made her turn around.
“Are you sure?” Denise asked, her face going white. “I’m sorry. Of course you’re sure. Yes. We’ll be right there.”
She hung up the phone, then pressed her hand against her midsection. Tears filled Denise’s eyes.
Montana was at her side in an instant. “What is it? What happened?” She could feel her mother shaking.
“There’s been a car accident. Kent and Reese. They’re on their way to the hospital.”
Montana was already grabbing her purse. “We’ll meet them there.”
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