Aiden Riordan pulled up to Luke’s cabin and blew the horn before getting out of his car. Luke came out with a perplexed look on his haggard face.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“You haven’t answered the phone in ten days!” he said angrily. “You know, answering machines work just fine out here!”
“Phone’s out,” Luke said, turning to go back inside.
Aiden rolled his eyes, shook his head and followed. He walked into the house behind Luke and pulled off his leather gloves as he looked around. Luke sat on the sectional, staring at him from beneath angry, hooded brows. “Nice,” Aiden said. Then he walked over to the kitchen phone, looked at it and plugged it in.
“You’re going to be real sorry you did that,” Luke said.
“What’s the matter? Getting a lot of calls?”
“I would call them attempts at calls. I don’t want to talk. That includes you, by the way.”
“Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me,” Aiden said. He went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottled beer, popped the cap and went to the living room. He sat and without even bothering to take his jacket off, he said, “So. She left you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the perfect nymphet, Shelby. She left you and you’re going down the shitter.” He took a drink of his beer.
Luke silently and meanly glared at his brother.
“She left you, you’re miserable and completely fucked up. I had to come all the way up here to make sure your ten-day-old dead body wasn’t in this house and you’re not being at all cooperative or hospitable.”
“No one asked you.”
“Well, Jesus, I know that! God forbid the firstborn ever show weakness or ask for anything. You’re the steel man, right? Give me a break, Luke. Look at you. You augured in. Crashed.”
“I’ve been working,” he said.
“Bullshit. The work’s done. Tell me what happened.”
“Nothing happened,” Luke said. “It’s been kind of quiet around here. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. That’s all.”
Aiden looked down and shook his head with silent laughter. “Brother, you give me no credit. You think I took emergency leave to come up here and save your life without knowing anything? I called that bar—that sweet little bar you like so much? Where they haven’t seen you in a long time? I talked to Jack a while, got Walt Booth’s number and talked to him, too. Here’s what happened—Shelby went to Maui for a warm, sunny vacation before heading to San Francisco to get an apartment for school that’s not starting for months. She got out of town. Since we had this talk once already, I can guess why. You pushed her away. You wouldn’t tell her how you feel because you think it’s a mistake for her. And you’re still scared every woman you meet is going to do you dirty. You’re still making decisions for other people without getting their opinion. Now she thinks you don’t care about her and so she took you up on the challenge and she left. Got as far away as she could. And now you’re in the shitter!”
Luke glared at Aiden for a moment before he said, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Aiden sat back in the chair and grinned. He took a slug of his beer. “Oh yeah? And why is that?”
“You called the general? About me?”
“Yup. And the bartender. But I got the call from Sean who got the call from Mom and you should just be glad Paddy and Colin aren’t stateside or they’d be in it. Now, why don’t you just answer the fucking phone and tell people you’re busy and can’t talk? What the hell are you doing?”
“Save my life?” Luke asked. “Emergency leave? Save my life? What the hell are you talking about?”
Aiden sat forward and grew serious. “Look, we’ve been here before. We were all young, true, and the circumstances were entirely different, but try to imagine what it’s like to see your big brother—the guy you most admire in the world—hit the skids and just about sink out of sight. Scared the shit out of everyone. That’s not going to happen again. No one is going to let it happen again.”
Luke took a breath. “Look, it’s not a big deal. Shelby was just following through with her plans. She wants to travel, go to school. I’m adjusting. Gimme a week. It’ll be fine.”
Aiden stared at him for a second. “Aw, bullshit,” he said.
Before Luke could respond, the phone rang.