If you're so fired up about playing host," Zane said, his expression both fierce...

If you're so fired up about playing host," Zane said, his expression both fierce and closed. "I'll let you take care of her luggage and show her to her room."
He put his hat on his head, nodded once at Phoebe and stalked away.
She stared after him for a second. He looked as good from the back as he had from the front. Her hormones yelled out catcalls of appreciation which--fortunately--only she could hear. But however impressed she might be with him, Zane obviously didn't return her feelings. He practically burned rubber in his haste to get away. Chase brightened the second Zane was gone. "How was the drive?" he asked as he walked around to the other side of the truck and pulled her suitcases out from behind the driver's seat where Zane had placed them.
"Good."
"Did Zane talk?"
Phoebe glanced at him, not sure of the question. Chase hoisted her luggage with the same ease Zane had shown and started for the house.
"He's not much of a talker," he explained as he walked. "I can't figure out if the act of forming words is physically painful, or if he just doesn't have anything to say."
She thought about the drive from the airport. "Things started out well," she admitted. "Then we sort of stalled about twenty minutes into the drive."
Yup--nothing like asking about bull sperm to shut down a conversational exchange.
"Twenty minutes, huh?" Chase glanced back at her over his shoulder and grinned. "I'm impressed. Most people get a grunt. He must really like you."
Phoebe laughed again. "Yeah. He was so overpoweringly impressed he couldn't wait to get away.