Part 21 (1/2)
Colin shrugged. ”Eight years or so, I guess. Luke's the one who robbed the cradle.”
Luke took a huge bite of his sandwich, chewed, swallowed and said, ”I've got almost fourteen years on Shelby, the crazy little witch. Young is good, trust me.”
Patrick leaned toward him. ”Don't you feel just a little bit like a dirty old man?”
Sound and movement stopped so suddenly, it was almost surreal. Only eyeb.a.l.l.s s.h.i.+fted between Colin and Luke. Luke slowly put down his sandwich. ”s.h.i.+t,” he said. ”You did it. You and the little one, Jack's niece. You did the nasty.”
”What are you talking about?” Patrick said indignantly.
Colin put down his sandwich. ”Yep. Not DeMille's books relaxing you, Paddy. Something else altogether. Someone else. Aw, man. You had to go for the mayor's niece?”
”Mayor?” he asked. Patrick stood up from his stool, yet Luke and Colin finally sat down on theirs. The older brothers looked a little weary. ”There's no mayor here!”
”Okay, the king, then. Jack's pretty much running this town. Don't tell him that, though. He seems oblivious,” Colin said. ”What he's not oblivious to is his niece. He's been clear-he doesn't want her mixed up with any Riordan hooligan.”
”It was consensual,” Paddy said before he realized how awkward that sounded. Obviously all the wonderful s.e.x had killed off some of his brain cells. He certainly hadn't engaged his mind before opening his mouth.
”There we go,” Luke said. ”He did the teenager. c.r.a.p.”
”She's twenty-three! She has two degrees! Two impossible science degrees-biology and chemistry! She's been valedictorian of every school she's been in! She's extremely smart.”
”I know this,” Luke said. ”Jack told me. In fact, he told me at the same time he pointed to you and Angie and said, *That can't happen.' So now what, genius?”
”Nothing happens, that's what.” Paddy said. ”We're friends. We're both stuck in a weird holding pattern in our lives right now. She knows all about my situation, about Jake, about the Navy. And I know about hers, about her accident, her indecision about continuing med school.”
Luke looked at Colin. Colin looked at Luke. ”Think Jack is going to buy *weird holding pattern'?” Colin asked.
”I wouldn't count on it.”
”Screw it!” Patrick said, storming toward the door. He whirled back toward his brothers suddenly. ”This isn't about Jack. It's about us, me and Angie, sitting out rough waters in Virgin River. We're adults. I might be a little more of an adult if you're counting years but I bet I have a lower IQ, so that puts us pretty much even. So mind your own G.o.dd.a.m.n business, all right?” Then he stormed out the door and walked toward his Jeep.
”Hey!”
He turned around to see Colin standing on the porch. Colin, the king of bada.s.ses until his Black Hawk crash and Jilly.
”Lighten up, kid,” he said. ”No one accused you of anything.”
”Really? Really? Because it sounded like you were pretty G.o.dd.a.m.n judgmental in there....”
”Nah, we were pretty Riordan,” Colin said. ”Take it easy, Paddy.”
”I'm telling you, she's a good person! She's smart enough and mature enough to make a decision and I wouldn't-”
”Hey, slow down, Paddy. Riordans have a lot of rough edges, missed a lot of training growing up, but there was never a Riordan man who didn't take special care where women were concerned.” Then he grinned. ”Even, you know, the kind of naughty ones...”
”She's not naughty!” he nearly shouted.
Colin put up his hands. ”Hey, I wasn't talking about the little Sheridan niece, pal. My thoughts drifted more toward Luke's taste for pole dancers.”