Angel's Peak (32 page)

Aiden arrived in Virgin River late on Tuesday, planning to stay until Sunday. He hadn’t been there long before he realized the relationships in his family were changing quite a bit, and quickly. He found his scrappy older brother all soft around the edges, doting on his beautiful, sexy young wife, ever at her hand. If he saw her wrestling a full laundry basket into the bedroom, he took it from her. If she had the step stool pulled over to the cupboards to reach into the highest one for a platter, he lifted her down and got it for her. Aiden was anxious to have dinner with them to see if Luke cut Shelby’s meat.

Aiden caught Shelby in a moment alone and asked, “When do you suppose you’re due?”

“How did you guess?”

“I’ve never seen Luke act like this—hovering, protective, sweet.”

“Annoying, cloying and paternal. I don’t have a date—I haven’t been to the doctor yet. But I suspect it happened on the wedding night, just as Luke planned.”

Aiden laughed. “You’re going to want to watch that. Unless you want six of them.”

“Oh, I might have two, but not six.” She grinned. “Snip, snip.”

“Have to admire a forward-thinking woman,” Aiden said with a grin. “Congratulations.”

“I suppose there’s no point in keeping it under wraps anymore, now that you and Sean both know. And if Sean knows, Franci knows. And if we don’t tell Maureen soon, she’ll feel left out.”

“Speaking of Maureen, is she driving you crazy?” Aiden asked.

Shelby shook her head. “I feel so guilty that she isn’t staying with us here, but she’s smart. Two women under the same roof for a long period of time will eventually have a power struggle. But not Maureen and Vivian—they seem to have a special bond. Luke says they’re a couple of strange old broads,” she said with a giggle. “Really, their living situation seems to be working out just fine.”

“You can give the credit to me,” Aiden said.

“Love your humility,” Shelby said with a laugh.

“Seriously—my advice to her was to stay out of the way. I don’t know much about mothers and daughters—maybe they do all right for extended visits. I can tell you that we all worship our mom—there’s no woman I admire more—but I don’t want to live with her for more than four days, tops. I wasn’t that concerned about how you’d deal with her, Shelby. I was afraid Luke would strangle her after a few days.”

“But why?”

“With everyone else in the world, Maureen is easygoing. She knows how to put people at ease, make them comfortable. But with her sons, she has high expectations. She’s been trying really hard to keep a lid on it, but she eventually always has an opinion about how we should live our lives. Not a one of us has gone about things the way she’d like.”

“What? But that can’t be right! She’s totally proud of you all!”

“Uh-huh.” Aiden laughed. “Except for a few little things. Luke avoided commitment for too long after his bad marriage. Colin has had woman trouble of one stripe or another since he was fifteen. She was completely disappointed in me for marrying someone for only three months—she thinks I just didn’t make an effort. Sean has a child because he refused to commit. And Patrick, her pride and joy and baby, is rumored to be thinking of marrying a girl who isn’t just a non-Catholic—she calls herself agnostic. Did you know my mother almost became a nun?”

“I heard that, yes. That might explain some things.”

“Believe me, I know nuns who are more liberal than Maureen…” He laughed and shook his head.

“Your brother is actually worried about her. He’s planning to have a talk with you. Maybe you can help in some way. You seem to have the best rapport with her.”

“What’s up?”

“It could be nothing. I didn’t even really notice at the time. A nice friend of our local minister stopped to talk while we were all having dinner at Jack’s and Maureen completely blew him off. He asked her out to dinner and she lied and said no, because she’s recently widowed. He’s a very nice man—handsome, funny, just a few years older than Maureen. Luke called her on it and she said she would absolutely never date, not even just to be social. Something about all that being for young girls.”

Aiden’s dark brows lifted in surprise. “Is that right? I never gave it much thought, but I assumed she went out occasionally and just didn’t mention it to us. She’s like that—she can be so private she’s almost secretive. I didn’t want to pry, but she was always busy enough that she had to be doing something. Maybe I just hated to think she spent all that time doing volunteer work at the church or hanging out with other widows. My mother is beautiful and she can be a lot of fun. I’ve always been a little surprised she didn’t remarry. In the first couple of years after Da died, I admit I was relieved she didn’t hook up right away.”

“Relieved?”

“I didn’t want to see her make an impetuous move like that out of loneliness and have it turn out to be a mistake. But after twelve years, it’s becoming harder to see my mom all alone.”

“She’s not alone,” Shelby said. “She has a million friends and lots to do, but she believes she’s too old for romance.”

He smiled. “I had a patient last year whose eighty-three-year-old mother just got married for the second time. She wore a lacy white gown.” He chuckled. “And her orthopedic shoes. My patient said her mother was a little flushed for a month. True love. I’d prefer to think my mother was open to something like that than being closed off.”

“Will you try to talk to her, then? Will you be delicate?”

“I have no choice but to be delicate. The only time my mother will discuss anything personal is if it’s about one of us.” He put his arm around Shelby and gave her a squeeze. “Don’t worry about Maureen, Shelby. I think she’s happy with her life. If she’s avoiding how much more fulfilling it could be, at the end of the day it’s her choice.” And Aiden thought to himself that if she’s not even aware of how much more life could give her, maybe she’s the lucky one. For Aiden’s part, he was all too aware what was missing for him.

On the day before Thanksgiving, Maureen planned on baking at Luke’s house. She drove to the grocery, collected all the supplies she needed and then went to Virgin River. Sean was keeping Rosie out of preschool and day care for the day so she could get acquainted with her uncle Aiden before the big dinner on Thanksgiving. Maureen would be doing what she loved most—spending time with her family and making them her special holiday treats. The only thing that would have made it better was if Paddy and Colin could have joined them, but neither one had managed to get leave. It would have been delightful to share Thanksgiving Day with George, but of course he’d be with Noah and his family.

When she pulled into Luke’s cabin complex, Aiden was waiting on the porch, a cup of coffee in hand. She left her groceries in the car and went to him. He set his cup on the porch rail and wrapped his arms around her, laughing and hugging. “You look fantastic,” he said. “I think being a grandmother agrees with you!”

She leaned away from him. “You have no idea, Aiden. She’s absolutely wonderful.”

“That’s what I hear. She should be here before long. Sean called to say they were on their way. I’m surprised you beat them.”

“I got an early start,” she said. “I have groceries in the car. Help me bring them in?”

“You’re joking, right? Go inside and help yourself to a cup of coffee while I get them for you.”

When all the supplies were unloaded onto the kitchen counters, Maureen and Aiden sat at the breakfast bar with coffee for a long overdue visit. It was just the two of them, a rare thing. Luke and Art were running an errand and Shelby was at school.

“Tell me about your visit so far,” Aiden said. “How do things seem between Franci and Sean?”

She lifted an eyebrow. “You haven’t talked to your brother?”

“Several times, but I was interested in hearing your take on things.”

“If there’s the slightest imperfection in their relationship, I can’t imagine what it is, besides the fact they’re not married. I take that back—the one flaw is that everyone is a little on edge, wondering where the air force will send Sean next, and when. Otherwise, they seem so happy.”

“I’m facing transfer orders before long, too,” he said. “Sean’s overdue. Any day now he’s going to get the word—and he doesn’t want to uproot Francine and Rosie from their home and routine when everything could shift again in a month or two.”

“And you, too, Aiden?” she asked. “What are you expecting?”

“I have no idea. I applied for a fellowship in high-risk pregnancy specialty, but I won’t hear on that before spring,” Aiden said. “For Sean’s family, until they get a permanent assignment, Franci is best right where she is, in her own house with a job she likes and a mom who can help out with Rosie.”

“Rosie’s going to miss Sean when he goes back to Beale,” Maureen said. “They spend every day together.”

Aiden chuckled, shaking his head. “So much for the man who didn’t want to be tied down to a child.”

“The two most stubborn males in the family,” she said. “Luke and Sean, the great playboys of the Western world. They always did make the rest of you look like choirboys, and the two of them have been completely tamed by pretty young women. They were in no hurry about it, either—I’m glad I lived long enough to see it. Patrick is young and I’ve heard the same woman’s name mentioned more than twice, but I wonder about Colin.”

“You might want to write that one off, Mom,” Aiden said. “Another grunt in a Blackhawk—it would take a real special woman to domesticate him. He’s pretty rough around the edges.”

“More than Luke?” she asked, one brow lifted.

“You must have lit a million candles for Luke to run into Shelby. She’s one of a kind.”

“And you, Aiden?” she asked pointedly.

He sat back in his chair and took a breath. “I’m facing an interesting transition myself, Mom, and it has everything to do with women. You know I’m not avoiding commitment, but I’m ripe for transfer and the navy needs general medical officers on shipboard and I’m not inclined to spend two years on a big, gray boat, away from my specialty. And I’m not likely to find the right woman at sea. If they don’t come through with a fellowship, I might have to look at my options.”

“You can’t retire,” she pointed out.

“Correct, it’s too soon. I can separate, however.”

“And do what?” she asked.

“Medicine, obviously. Ob-gyn, of course. Maybe I’ll do it as a civilian.”

“Where, Aiden?” she asked.

“I have no idea,” he said. “I’m just thinking about it at this stage.”

“And there are no special ladies in your life now?” she asked.

He leaned toward her. “No, Mother. Unfortunately. Now I believe we’ve covered almost everyone. Almost. There’s you.”

“Me?” she asked, startled, a slight flush moving up her neck. She could feel the heat rising to her face and damned her redhead’s complexion.

“You. Luke mentioned the oddest thing to me. You apparently gave some perfectly nice, interested man the slip by claiming to be recently widowed.”

“Oh, that,” she said with a laugh, waving the subject off. “That was the Presbyterian minister’s friend, briefly in town for a visit. I ran into him again and apologized for that. He was gracious, as I expected he would be. It’s forgotten. But what concern is it of Luke’s?”

“It’s not just Luke’s concern, Mom. I guess because you’re always so busy, none of us even entertained the idea you weren’t socializing with men at all, that you were deliberately avoiding them. Speaking for myself, I assumed you had a date now and then. By the time Da had been gone a few years, I prepared myself for you to find a man you wanted to marry—you were so young when we lost him. But what you said to Luke stirred the pot. It sounds as though you have no interest in even the most casual friendships with the opposite sex. Tell me what that’s about.”

“Don’t be so ridiculous!” she said, fuming slightly. “I’m not talking to my son about that!”

“Any why not? You pry every sliver of information about women from each one of us.”

“And you hardly throw me a bone!”

“That’s because the kind of information available on that subject, until Luke and Sean were recently captured, is not intended for a mother’s ears. You said it yourself—at least a couple of your boys were the playboys of the Western world. Details of their dating experiences would have had you gripping your heart.”

“I knew it was bad,” she said, shaking her head. “As if they were hiding anything from me. Sometimes I wonder who raised them!”

“But that’s all old news. How about you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you refuse to date at all? Have you made some decision you’ll never again meet a man? More to the point, have you decided not to even give the idea a chance?”

“Do you hear yourself?” Maureen asked. “Why in the world does that matter to you? Or to Luke, for that matter?”

“And Sean, and even Patrick. Only Colin is dense enough to have no interest in anyone’s love life but his own.”

“Tell me you’re making that up!” she said, aghast. “You are not talking about my possible love life!”

Aiden leaned across the breakfast bar, toward her. “Mother, you are a very attractive woman in your early sixties. You’re sharp and energetic and, as far as I know, in excellent health. And if anyone would know, I would—you pass the details of every doctor’s appointment and blood test you have by me as I’m your official second opinion.”

She made a face. “I listened to enough of your whining as you tried to pass your exams to have earned that right, haven’t I?”

“I never once complained,” he said. “I’m glad I know exactly what your cholesterol level and blood pressure are—someone in the family should. I’m committed to doing anything I can to support you living a full and happy life until you’re extremely old. But, Mother, you’re too young and vital to give up a normal heterosexual existence. You can still fully enjoy that part of life.”

She blanched. “You did not just say that to your mother,” she said in a whisper.

“I’m a woman’s doctor. I say it to lots of women in their fifties and sixties. And seventies, just in case you’re curious. In fact, in a clinical situation, I’m much more direct, and I hope your doctor is, as well. Now, let’s just retrench to the original question. Have you made some ridiculous and arbitrary decision that you won’t even entertain the idea of dating?”