A minute later brought Bob, Angie’s dad. Walt pulled a cigar out of his pocket and Bob put up his hands. “No, thanks. I don’t feel like putting up with Donna tonight.”

Mike V came outside. “You left me alone with all those women!” He accepted the cigar that Bob had declined.

“Yeah, this is my idea of a Christmas party,” Jack said, puffing. “Forest ranger might get a little excited, but that’s okay. So,” he continued, turning to Patrick, “rumor is, you’re still leaving day after tomorrow.” He shook his head. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“I made a commitment. Not something I take lightly. And before anyone asks—Angie has been completely aware of this since the very first day we met. She understands. She approves. And she has plans of her own—she’s headed back to med school. She’s very motivated. More now than when she got here. So you see? We both have our plans. I’m not saying it’s all that easy, but it’s decided and accepted.”

It was quiet for a long stretched-out moment.

“I have ten bucks that says he never gets out of town,” Walt Booth said.

“I go with Walt,” Sean said. “For twenty.”

“Twenty says he gets as far as the airport,” said Jack. “Trust me, I’ve watched this place over the years—men hardly ever get away. They try, though.”

“Put me down for a hundred that takes him all the way to Charleston before he figures it out,” Luke said. “My little brother is book smart, but that’s where his smarts end.”

“Gentlemen, as much as I enjoy your humor, I’m out of here,” Patrick said, then he stalked back into the house.

Chapter Sixteen

Patrick didn’t have the heart to tell Angie they were wagering on whether he’d actually leave town, leave her, as planned. If it weren’t for the fact that his brothers didn’t actually start it, he’d be feeling pretty unforgiving toward them. In fact, if not for his mother, he might not even offer them a goodbye. But there was his mother. And though she was a tough old broad, when her boys were unhappy with one another, it tore a little at her heart.

Patrick wanted to make his departure as easy on Angie as possible. Though she put on the strong, resilient act, he knew it was going to be hard for her to say goodbye. He knew because it was killing him. So he went through the details of how his last day would be spent. He was just about packed up—a bachelor never completely unpacks and tends to travel light—and he was going to make a run over to Luke’s to tell his mother goodbye and not to worry. It was an important ritual—mothers liked to worry. He’d favor Luke with a handshake if they crossed paths.

After bidding his family farewell, Angie could have anything she wanted from him until he had to leave. As it turned out, all she asked for was his chili, a beer and a quiet night in, which suited him just fine. They opted for her cabin. He would leave first thing in the morning, run by his own cabin to get his things and then head for Oklahoma.

The first order of business was visiting his mother. She’d sent all her sons to war at one time or another; she’d tried to pull each one of them through a laundry list of crises. “Just remember that I love you, Paddy,” she said. “Take care of yourself.”

He had to give his brothers credit—the joking was over. “If there’s ever anything you need, you know how to reach me,” Luke said. “Don’t hesitate.”

“Thanks.”

“Keep the greasy side down, man.”

“Aw, that’s not the fun flying,” Paddy said.

At the Victorian, as predicted, he found the rest of them. “No partying or playing tonight, gentlemen. I’m making Angie a pot of chili and we’re going to play a little Scrabble. Then I’m out of here. Aiden, thanks for the cabin. It almost feels like home.”

“My pleasure. And listen, if you need more time, let the Navy know. They’d really rather have you washing battleships than messing up one of their pretty F-18s if you’re not ready for that duty.”

Patrick laughed.

“If you need something, call me first,” Colin said, putting out his hand. “I think I owe you big. I owe all of you big, but if I remember…”

“I remember,” Patrick said, taking his hand in a firm shake. “I came to your rescue when you were strung out on Oxy and you threw me out. Threw my clothes on the lawn.”

“Did I apologize for that?” Colin asked with a grin.

“Not that I can recall.”

“Good. It’s better to just return the favor.”

And then there was Sean. “Listen, Paddy—I know we butt heads sometimes. Okay, Riordans butt heads regularly. But you know we’ve got your back. Right?”

“Right,” he said, shaking Sean’s hand.

“You lost a good friend—I can’t say anything that will make that better. But your brothers are always there for you. Sometimes even when you’d rather we’d just go away.”

“Considering the number of times you losers have had me on the other side of this equation, I’m just going to say thank you. And move on.”

Then it was time for the really hard part. His last night with Angie.

Patrick was ready to call on every ounce of courage and compassion he could muster to get her through the night and his early-morning departure. But he’d been woefully unprepared for the fact that Angie would prove to be the really strong one.

“You know how there are people in your life that change everything?” she asked. “The kind of friend without whom you can’t make a paradigm leap into a new realm, into unchartered territory and new possibilities? The kind of friend who you’re always your very best self with? Was Jake that kind of friend?”

“He was.”

“Before you go, I want you to know you’ve been that kind of friend to me,” she said. “I came up here to get away, struggling to know myself better, working on where I’d go next, trying so damn hard to change. And you encouraged me every step of the way.”

“Ange, you had all that, you were all that without me around—it was just time....”

She shook her head. “With you on my team I felt so much was possible. You backed me in everything. You’re a wonderful partner. Paddy, you showed me a whole new world. I’ll never settle again.”

“Never, ever settle, babe,” he said. “You’re too good.”

“If Jake meant as much to you, I can sure understand why you have to head to Oklahoma. If you owe him as much as I feel I owe you, you’re doing the right thing.”

He shook his head. “And here I thought I’d have to prop you up.”

“Nah, I’m not sorry. This has been the most wonderful month of my life.”

And now Patrick owed her. You hardly ever run into the kind of person who can really hold you in an open hand, never threatened or competitive, always loving you enough to want you to have everything you’ve imagined possible. Angie, only twenty-three, had that down. She was all selfless love. She was going to leave her mark and the world would be a better place for it.

“I want you to know…letting you go to do what I have to do—I haven’t faced anything harder,” he told her.

“You’re strong, Paddy,” she said. “Just believe in yourself the way I believe in you.”

He held her through the night. When he found he couldn’t sleep, he just inhaled her scent and told himself he’d rest later when he couldn’t savor the moment anymore. He’d sleep when she was out of his reach. But this time they had left, he wasn’t about to waste it.

In the wee hours before dawn, he slipped out of bed, dressed quietly and went back to her. He kissed her sleeping eyes. Without opening them, without looking at him, she said, “Just kiss me, tell me you love me and go.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, slid his arms under her, lifted her against him and covered her mouth in a powerful, deep, emotional kiss. She didn’t open her eyes; she didn’t choke on a sob. “I love you,” he said against her lips.

Her small tongue licked in his taste. “And I love you.”

* * *

Patrick had plenty of time before he needed to be at the Redding airport. He could even swing through his cabin for a shower and change of clothes, grab his duffel and, if he felt like it, stop somewhere for breakfast. Even with time on his side, he moved as if through quicksand.

It felt as if there was now a second person he’d had to permanently give up. First Jake, then the person who was best able to get him beyond Jake: Angie. Sometimes life really threw a lot of rotten apples.

He brewed his last pot of coffee in Aiden’s cabin while he showered. After dressing, he stuffed yesterday’s clothes in his duffel and tossed it by the door. Then he sat by the now-cold hearth and drank a cup.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her. She’d shown him more support, understanding and encouragement in a few weeks than Leigh had delivered in as many years. How was that possible? He kept asking himself if Angie simply turned him on, making him think all these things when really it was just about lust. But what came to mind was the way she held him after a nightmare, while Leigh had never even called after Jake’s death. He thought about reaching into Angie’s hair and finding a bald spot and hearing her say, “Shunt.” He remembered seeing her in those scrubs and booties after Megan’s surgery. It went very well—she’s waking up now. And when the Riordans and Sheridans gathered at the bar and the stories began she laughed until tears were running down her cheeks. She had leaned over and whispered to him, I think I might’ve wet my pants.

He’d never had anyone in his life like her. Never would again. He felt inside the way Jake would act when they were getting back from a deployment—like an animal, insane for his woman.

His coffee was cold. He looked at his watch—he’d been sitting there just thinking about her for a long time.

He looked at the ceiling. “Crap. Buddy, I’m sorry,” he said aloud.

Then he went for the phone.

“Marie, sweetheart, I’m going to miss my plane. I’m really sorry.”

“Not a problem, Paddy,” she said. “There will be other times, other planes.”

“That’s the thing, Marie—I’m actually not going to make it for Christmas. I got caught up in something. I know I’d promised to be there, but—”

She laughed. “Paddy, I got so tired of trying to convince you this wasn’t the place for you to spend Christmas, I stopped trying. You just don’t take a hint!”

He was stunned. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

“I will always love you, Paddy. You’re one of my dearest friends. And if you ever need me—call me.”

“I wanted to be there for you,” he said. “I promised Jake.”

“And you have been there. You stood by my side while we eulogized him. You held Daniel while I received the flag. You came to Oklahoma to be sure I was okay. You call almost every day to see how I’m doing. What more could you have done?”

He sat down weakly and ran a hand through his hair, which had grown thick and long in the six weeks the Navy hadn’t been looking. “Well, my plan was to try to convince you we could make it together, you and I. All you had to do was keep an open mind.”

“I don’t want to go back to Charleston,” she said.

“Even if I said I wanted to marry you?” he asked.

“Oh, for God’s sake! I’m not going to marry you! I love you but I’m not in love with you. More importantly, you’re not in love with me!”

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes!”

“Jesus, Marie—I gave Jake my word! If anything ever happened, I’d look out for you!”

“Right. So, if anything ever happened to you, was Jake on the hook to look after anyone?”

“Well, there’s my mother…but I have brothers....”

“Looking out for someone doesn’t mean committing a life to them, Paddy! Damn, you men never listen. You’ve been looking out for me every day that Jake’s been gone. But you still need counseling. Grief counseling. You’re hanging on to Jake through me and guess what? I’m just not strong enough to carry you. I have my own grief to work through.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I was trying to keep you upright for him!”

“And what’s the difference?”

“Aw, Marie… Am I completely screwed up?”

“No more than expected. Paddy, let him go. Miss him with me, that’s all. Call me sometimes, all right? Visit now and then, but not for too long—I intend to eventually have a life. It might not be as great as the one I had with Jake, but I have a son to raise, a little boy who looks just like his dad and is smart as the devil. I’m not going to raise him in a gray cloud of longing. I want to tell him about Uncle Paddy and the things you and his dad used to do. I’d like you to be there at his high school graduation. But not as a replacement for his father. We need you for who you really are. Daniel’s godfather. Jake’s best friend. My best friend.”

He was quiet for a moment. “You sound fierce. I’ve never heard you sound like that before.”

She laughed, but there was a hitch in her laugh. “I guess Jake grew very perfect in your memory. But then, you weren’t usually around for the fights....”

“Fights?”

“Paddy, you were with him at the bar while I was in labor! He kept telling me to hang in there.”