When she glanced away from him she saw that the Jensen Stables had come into view. She looked back. "I'm not sure," she said. "I'm still afraid."

"Of pain? Of unhappiness? Of finding your love not returned? Of being left all alone? What?"

Her mouth curved in a slight, painful smile. "Yes," she said.

He slowly closed in on her lips and covered them in a passionate kiss. Her arms found their way around him, pulling him close, her mouth moving under his. When their kiss broke, he smiled into her eyes.

"Well, my little sweetheart, be warned. I'm not giving up. I'm not letting you go. I love you, you love me and there's no way we can give up. Not now. In fact, I think we've been put through the hard times to get to this place--to find the good ones."

"I think you're probably just a fool," she told him. But she licked the taste of him off her lips and he laughed.

He nudged Streak into a nice, steady trot back to the clinic, holding her tight against him to keep her safe and warm.

Eighteen

Aiden Riordan had visited his brother, Colin, as promised, to assess his situation with the pain meds. To his enormous relief, everything seemed to be pretty manageable at the time. Oh, Colin was still quite uncomfortable and irritable, but as Aiden clearly witnessed he was doing fine with nonnarcotic pain meds, anti-inflammatory medication and lots of ice packs. His pals from his unit were available and helping him out; it all appeared to be under control. After a couple of days, Aiden left his brother in the care of his physical therapists.

A lot had happened in the three weeks since then-- Virgin River and the surrounding area had been through an earthquake with damage. Luckily, no severe injuries, just a few bumps and cuts. As for Aiden, he'd been concentrating on getting himself a doctoring job in Chico, California, where he'd be making his home with his fiancee, Erin. He'd had quite a few interviews with that purpose in mind. Honestly? Although he talked to Colin at least three times a week, he'd forgotten there was anything to worry about besides the length of his recovery.

But then a call came from the Columbus, Georgia police department. Colin Riordan had given Aiden's name as his contact. According to the police, Colin had been caught in a DEA sting on a local physician who wrote willy-nilly prescriptions for narcotic drugs. Or, maybe not so willy-nilly; Dr. Feelgood was a known dealer of prescription drugs and the DEA had been staking him out for a long time with the complete cooperation and assistance of the local police. The arrest went down just as Colin was leaving the doctor's office with a prescription for OxyContin in his grip.

Apparently Colin was no longer able to get his drugs from the Army doctor and had taken his habit downtown. The Army wasn't going to like that.

Word traveled fast in the Riordan family; the brothers were thicker than thieves. On this occasion, however, Aiden decided to act independently. He even talked it over with Erin. "He's in trouble, he's in pain, he's not healed yet. Nothing about this is going to go well. He needs help. I'm going alone," he told Erin. "I'm going to find him the best possible help--physical therapy along with rehab. And if he's not completely cooperative, I'm turning the family loose on him."

"Wow," she said. "Remind me to never mess with the Riordan boys."

"You know what? I bet he was onto me the last visit. He knew Patrick called us all and complained about the pain meds. He toughed it out for a few days and the second I was gone, he cut loose. Well, there's no getting out of this one."

"Sounds like you could be gone awhile," she said.

"Long enough to be sure he's committed. There's a really good place in Arizona, close enough for me to check on him."

"You planning to keep this from your brothers?" she asked.

"Oh, hell, no! Once Colin is pretty much locked up and in a program I'll call everyone, even my mother and George. But a family reunion right now? Colin might not go for that--in fact, it might not be the best thing for him. I don't want to push him too far. I want him off the drugs."

"I don't really feel like I know Colin," Erin said. "Your other brothers have been so easy to know, but Colin...well, he's fun like the others, but holds back in a way. He's the different one."

"He's not much fun right now, that's for sure," Aiden said. But he'd been caught by the police and there was no way out. He was naked. Exposed. Fortunately for Colin, the judge had a son serving in Afghanistan. He released Colin to Aiden for treatment and suspended his sentence.

Aiden managed to get to Columbus quickly and without anyone else in the family knowing. He transported Colin to Tucson, but it wasn't easy. Aiden had the assistance of a little Valium to grease the skids; he wished he'd taken Patrick's panicked phone call several weeks ago more seriously. He wished he'd managed to see the real Colin during his own previous two-day visit. The guy was strung out on one of the most addictive prescription pain meds on the market. He'd been doubling up; his Army doc had given him something for sleep, completely unaware of the narcotic pain med. And Colin was still in pain--lots of things hurt.

Before they checked into the treatment center, Aiden confronted him one last time. "You want off this shit and a new start?" Aiden asked him.

"How? I can't sleep three hours in a row. My body hurts so bad it's unimaginable! You got any ideas that aren't going to kill me?"

"I know you aren't going to believe this for a good three weeks, but the answer is in getting off narcs and on the right meds. There will still be some pain, but most of what you've been feeling lately is your body's response to the absence of drugs. It's gonna get better, I promise."

"Have you told them all? Are they all on their way?"

"No. After you're settled in I'll call everyone and explain. That's the first they'll even know where you are. All you have to do is select who you want to take calls from while you're in treatment." Aiden shrugged. "You can say no one--you won't be punished. You'll have to talk to them eventually, but if you want to wait until you're better, that's reasonable."

"I don't want to do this," Colin said.

"Who would? It's gonna be a big step, a hard step. You won't believe this now, but you're lucky--you haven't been on drugs half your life. In a few weeks you'll feel like a new man--"

"A new man full of broken bones, titanium rods and screws?"

"I have you set up," Aiden said. "I know--you think you're the first guy to have a bad accident, take a lot of painkillers and wind up in treatment, but guess what? They've seen you before. You're going to treat the addiction and the rehab at the same time and you are going to get better. All you have to do is go with the program."

"The Army isn't covering it, so who is? You?"

"It's me today, but after I make a few phone calls..."

"I don't want to be into all of you for this!" he railed. "I'll pay you back! I don't want you guys doing this!"

"Whatever floats your boat," Aiden said. "How about we sort that out after you're discharged? Right now you have two choices--this place or jail. What's your pleasure?" And then he smiled.

"Arrggghhh," Colin growled.

"Just get in there, will you?" Aiden said. "I'm so ready for you to be someone else's problem!"

"And I'm so ready to be the hell away from you," Colin said, as though he'd completely forgotten who had the Valium that had made the trip bearable.

Aiden's first phone call was to Erin. "He's in," he said. "I hope they have really good locks on the doors. He's real unstable."

"You think he'll stay?" Erin asked.

"We're not going to know the end of that story till the end of that story," Aiden replied.

For the third time in as many months, a row of pickup trucks and a bunch of men gathered along the road into Virgin River. Clay Tahoma and Lilly Yazhi were riding horses from the Jensen Clinic along the road for several miles when they spotted the road construction site.

It had been a few weeks since the earthquake and what little damage it had done had been repaired. Also, the damage to Lilly's love affair with Clay. It turned out he was right--talking when they were soft, pliable, vulnerable and grateful seemed to work wonders for a relationship. In the time since that earthquake, they'd spent a lot of time with Nate and Annie--some of it mending their fences and some of it just enjoying couple time. Lilly was so relieved to be working at the clinic and spending what time she could spare with the horses and the most important people in her life.

There was a lot of noisy activity along the side of the road. Lilly was astride Blue but Clay rode one of the calmer Jensen horses. They approached the construction site slowly and cautiously, making sure their mounts weren't overwhelmed by the people, the noise, the confusion.

Clay was the first to dismount, leading his horse toward the men. Jack Sheridan was standing at the rear of the group of men. He turned and greeted Clay with a handshake. "Hey, haven't seen you around in a while. I hope that doesn't mean damage from the earthquake."

"No--everything was fine at the clinic. How about at the bar?"

"Some broken glass, but nothing too serious."

"What's going on here?" Lilly asked.

"Well," he said, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck. "This seems to be a weak spot in the road--not only weak, but on a curve with a drop-off. We've had more than one vehicle hit this soft shoulder and slide down the hill. Even had a school bus go down--fulla kids. Me and Preacher have written the county and highway department a bunch of times asking for some reinforcement and guardrails, but we always get denied." He shrugged. "We're a real small, unincorporated town without much traffic. We're pretty low on the priority list right now, during a recession."

Clay lifted his chin at all the action. "So what's this?" he asked.

"Well, remember that old woman who died--the one we had that estate sale for? She left a trust for the town. There's been a lot of disagreement about what to do with it, but she was always about taking care of the town. Seemed like it made sense for us to do it ourselves before someone gets killed on this curve." Jack Sheridan grinned. "We like 'em smiling when they come into our town."

"How'd you get all this heavy equipment?" Clay asked.

"Friends of friends made a lot of phone calls. We rented it. We're going to have ourselves a concrete and stone reinforced shoulder and a nice long guardrail. We could use a wider road all the way into town, but this spot is the worst. Hey, it's good to see you two riding together! Didn't I hear you'd had a falling-out of some kind?"

"Us?" Lilly asked. "Must've been some gossip."

"So--you're tight?" Jack asked.

"We're dating," Lilly said. "In the Native community, you're not tight until the families sit down together. We have a lot of tradition to work through."

"And after you work through your tradition?" Jack asked.

"I don't know," Lilly answered with a shrug, looking to Clay for answers.

"Well...then we'll be engaged," Clay answered, smiling back at Lilly. "And married after that. She has to agree to have me. It could take some time, but I'm confident I can trick her into it."

"Good," Jack said. "Men who come to this town drop like flies. I'd hate to see one get away."

Clay reached up to one of Lilly's hands as she held the reins. "I never even struggled."

It was in the deep purple shadows of night, when Clay and Lilly lay entwined in each other's arms, that the fullness of what they had grown together became almost overwhelming to Lilly. As she ran her small hands over his beautiful bronze body, she whispered, "I love you. I find it so hard to remember why I was angry, why I feared trust so much."