“You really think he’s going to do that girlie shit, Shelby?” Sean asked.
Shelby sat down at the table, confusion knitting her brow. She’d known Sean for about a year; he was the playful brother—the flirt and the comedian. They used to joke that Sean would have fun at a train wreck; his mood was perpetually upbeat. Luke had been the grump, but she’d softened him up. This crankiness from Sean was so unexpected. “Are you all right?” she asked.
“Fine,” he answered shortly.
Luke poured himself a coffee and sat down. “Fender bender? Speeding ticket? Pretty girl reject you? Food poisoning?”
Sean sat back in his chair. “I ran into Franci last night,” he grumbled. “Pure chance.”
Luke merely frowned; he didn’t remember her. Sean had dated prolifically.
“Franci Duncan,” he said in exasperation. “Who I practically lived with a few years ago. Remember? We broke up when she got out of the air force and I got assigned the U-2.”
“Oh, I remember her now,” Luke said. “Haven’t you seen her since then?”
“No,” Sean said impatiently, taking another spoonful of cereal. “I tried to see her, but she was gone. I tried to reach her mother to see where she was, and her mother had moved, which made no sense because she’d been in that house in Santa Rosa for at least ten years. Maybe twenty years, I don’t know.”
“You looked for her?” Luke asked. “This is the first I’ve heard about that.”
“Because I didn’t talk about it. And I didn’t find her,” Sean said. “Obviously.”
“What about her friends?” Shelby asked.
Sean was silent. He grimaced and finally said, “I checked with a couple of them, but they didn’t know anything.”
“That’s crazy,” Shelby said. “Women don’t give up women friends. Especially after they’ve broken up with a guy they’ve been with a while—that’s traumatic, even when it’s for the best. Who was her best friend? Her other best friend? I mean, it was kind of different with me—I was my mother’s caretaker and, while I had good friends, I had very little time for them. But I was always in touch with them when I—”
Luke put a hand over Shelby’s to stop her because Sean looked perfectly miserable.
“Oh,” she said quietly. “Well, who’d you ask?”
Sean shrugged uncomfortably. “We used to do things all the time with some couples—guys from my squadron and their wives or girls. We went four-wheeling, skiing, boating, camping, hiking…Two of them were married and one couple lived together. I asked the women. They hadn’t heard from her. I asked her former boss, the colonel in her old medical unit at the base hospital. I asked her neighbor.”
“Oh,” Shelby said again.
“Okay, she had a few girlfriends and I met them, but we didn’t get together with them and I couldn’t remember their last names. And it had been a while.”
“Um. A while?” Shelby asked.
“Okay, what happened was this—we had a fight. I got orders and she was going to get out of the air force, all at the same time. And she wanted to know…Thing was, I was transferring. I told her there was nothing stopping her from relocating to be closer to my next assignment and that pissed her off—that I didn’t exactly invite her to join me, that I didn’t make plans with her. I probably said I was sorry for that—I bet I did.”
“And you broke up over that?” Shelby asked.
“Sort of. Not exactly,” Sean admitted.
Luke put his elbow on the kitchen table and lazily leaned his chin into his hand, watching. Amused. And so glad some other Riordan male was taking the heat.
Sean took a breath. “She wanted to get married,” he said. “She said, either we at least get engaged and plan to get married, or I walk. Those were her words.” He made a slash in the air with his finger. “Line in the sand. Ultimatum.”
“Really,” Shelby said with a questionable tone. “After only two years of practically living together?”
“Okay, now you’re just making fun of me,” Sean said in a pout. “I admit, I shouldn’t have let her go. But I was younger. I was cocky then.”
“Oh, were you?” Luke asked.
Sean glowered.
“So, she said she was ready for marriage, you said you weren’t, you split up—is that right?” Shelby asked.
“That’s about it.” He made a face. “We might’ve said a few unnecessary things during the discussion. You know—angry things.”
“I’ll bet,” Luke said.
“And you tried to track her down? Later?” Shelby asked.
“After I transitioned into the new squadron. After training in the new jet. After I thought we both had time to simmer down a little bit. You know.”
Shelby looked at Luke and shook her head dismally. “Does this run in the family?” she asked. She and Luke had had a similar standoff, but she hadn’t let him get away with it and had pushed him hard. But Luke had been ready to be domesticated. All she knew about Sean was that he was considered a playboy by the brothers. This was the first time she’d heard about a steady girl.
“It’s possible,” Luke admitted with a shrug. “Except Aiden. He wants to get married, have a family, but if he didn’t have bad luck with women, he’d have no luck at all. He was married once. To a lunatic.”
“Lord,” Shelby said. “No wonder your mother is fed up with the lot of you. Sean, what happened when you ran into her?”
“She said I looked good and, no, she didn’t want to have coffee or anything else with me. She won’t talk to me. At all. And I even said I was wrong. Sort of.”
“Hm,” Shelby said. “Maybe she’s moved on.”
“Well, then, she has to tell me that. Explain that. Because—” He stopped. He couldn’t think of a reason why she owed him that, but he was sure she did.
“Now what?” Luke asked.
“I’m going to have to find her.”
“Why? You said you were done, she said okay, you caught up a few years later and it’s still done…I don’t see the issue.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Sean said in a very impatient huff. “Because you don’t know Franci.”
“Sure I do. We all knew Franci. Nice girl, Franci. Hottie.” He grinned. “We kind of all thought you’d marry her. But then when you didn’t and went to Beale alone, we all said, ‘There goes another Riordan.’”
“Here’s the thing—I shouldn’t
