“I didn’t even know this neighborhood existed.”
The uncertainty in his voice had me looking over at him. I didn't know the area. I shrugged, but then had to grit my teeth from the pain. “I’ve never been to their house here, and they didn’t mention it.”
“Who did you say it was?” Jax asked, leaning forward to get a better look out the window.
Stretching forward, I tried to see if there was anything there before I answered back. “My friends, Alex and Luke Sandström.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Are they gay?” Jax asked in a hushed voice as if someone else might hear him.
A laugh burst out of me, and I didn’t care how badly it hurt to laugh because it was too funny. “Alex and Luke? Gay?”
Jax looked down at the space between us, and my laughter died. Had I hurt his feelings?
“Shit, Jax, I'm sorry. Really, I am.”
Peeking out from under his long lashes he murmured, “From your reaction I’m going to say they aren’t gay.”
“No, they’re not gay. Have you seriously never heard of Luke Sandström?”
He looked up to the roof for a moment before shaking his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
How had this man not heard of Luke? A Hollywood actor who had fallen in love with a single mother from the Midwest who now spent all of his free time here. Especially since Jax lived in Fairlane. In the same city!
“Luke Sandström has a show called Night Shadows on H@T, and he’s been in quite a few movies. It’s rumored he’s going to do a big book trilogy that will make his career. After that, he won’t have to work again if he doesn’t want to.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell, but I watch very little TV or movies. That kind of stuff doesn’t interest me.”
“Really? Wow! His wife, Alex, is from here. It was kind of a big deal since, if he’s not working or on vacation, he’s here instead of LA.”
Jax made a strange noise that was a mix between a grunt and a hum as he looked out at the dark neighborhood. “Why is that a big deal?” he asked after a few moments.
“Because people are assholes. I don’t know. I guess because everyone expected him to want to be in LA. I’m not saying it makes sense. It's just the way Hollywood is.”
“Definitely doesn’t to me, and you know them?”
“Yeah, I met them a couple of years ago when I did a guest spot on his show. Alex was there, and we hit it off. So much so that they invited me to their wedding.”
“Cool.”
I had a feeling that Jax was not feeling like it was indeed cool, but I wasn’t going to push him. Especially after he had saved me from being stuck out in the cold all night.
Realization hit me as to why we sat there, and what the real problem was. “If there’s no power, then I can’t get in, can I?” God, I was slow tonight. Maybe I did have a concussion. Normally, I would have figured it out right away. Maybe it was because I was inside of a truck with a man who had the most amazing voice I'd ever heard and smelled just as good.
“Sorry.” He answered apologetically. “If you had their phone number, and they had power, there might be an off chance you could get in, or they could come down and get you, but with no power to the call box or gate, I don’t see any way to contact them. What type of phone do you have?”
I peered over at him wondering why he was asking me that. What did it matter? “An iPhone. Why?”
“Well, I thought if we had the same phone, we could charge yours up a little and try to call them, but I don’t have an iPhone. Fuck,” he shook his head angrily. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, me too.” I murmured as I looked at the gate impeding any progress.
Leaning my head back, I looked up at the truck’s roof. “Now what am I going to do?” I rolled my head to the side and looked at Jax. “Can you take me to the nearest hotel?”
“Yeah, I can do that, but there might be a problem. We’ve only got one in town, and it's the holidays. I can look it up and call to see if they have any rooms available for you. I’d hate to take you all the way across town in this weather if they have no vacancies. The next nearest one is over thirty miles away.”
“Thank you, Jax. I’d really appreciate it. You’ve gone above and beyond what anyone else would have done in your position.”
“Nah, maybe not in LA, but you’d be surprised who’d help a person in need here in Fairlane.”