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  gritted teeth, and so, with his elbow and knee bleeding, his shoulder burning, and the impression of the rock presumably still on his face, he put the rescue back on track.

  They got Horn Dog into his harness, made sure he was buttoned up nice and tight, and the ground crew above them began pulling him up using a handheld winch system that allowed for easy ascent of injured—or stupid—people, whichever the case may be.

  “Gotta speed this up,” came the order from Incident Command via radio. “This storm’s escalating and the guys above you are sitting ducks. Any second we’re going to have to make them retreat back to our location to avoid becoming lightning rods.”

  Just as he said it, more thunder rumbled, louder now. Definitely closer. Aidan met Mitch’s grim gaze. Neither of them wanted to be left on this ledge while the crew above was forced to leave and wait out the storm.

  While their victim continued to be pulled up from above, Mitch started fussing over Aidan’s injuries, which were now bleeding in rivulets along with all the rainwater. The gash in his knee was three inches long and deep. His pants leg was soaked through with blood. Same with his elbow. And his face. Shit happened.

  “Bad week to be you,” Mitch said mildly.

  “Shut up.”

  “Don’t worry, next week it’ll be my turn to get the boo-boos.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Hell no. I’m just that good,” Mitch said, chortling, impressed with himself, the asshole.

  Aidan pushed him away. His elbow was just a scrape. His face felt bruised, but he didn’t think it was anything to be too concerned about. He could see straight and could feel all his extremities. Horn Dog had made it to the top, and now it was their turn. “Okay, let’s do this—”

  Before he could finish the sentence, a lightning bolt flashed so bright he and Mitch jerked back, coming up against the rock wall of the ledge. The following boom of thunder nearly split their eardrums.

  “Jesus,” Mitch gasped. “Jesus Christ, my life just flashed before my eyes. Aidan?”

  “Still here,” Aidan managed, blinking hard but still seeing only white. “Too close.”

  There was a radio call to verify that Aidan and Mitch were still breathing, but as was feared, the lightning strikes made it way too unsafe to bring them up. It was even more unsafe for the topside crew to stay out in the open with all the gear laid out and the trees surrounding them.

  Leaving the rescue lines attached to the anchor points with the ropes slackened enough that Aidan and Mitch could sit on the ledge as close to the rock face as possible, their crew pulled back to seek out refuge.

  “Sucks to be us,” Mitch said. But the truth was, they were in a better position there on the ledge than the guys on top had been. They sat with their backs to the rock and watched the storm rail.

  “Nice view,” Mitch said, after a few violently noisy but awe-inspiring minutes. “It’d be better with a few hot chicks and some popcorn.”

  Aidan set his head back to the rock and laughed softly. His muscles were quaking good now as the adrenaline wore off and the pain set in. Around them the thunder and lightning continued to rage, leaving them no choice but to play the waiting game.

  Lily held on to the dash as Gray’s truck tossed them both around on the drive up the mountain’s fire roads. The storm had come out of nowhere, as it often did on late summer afternoons. They blew in, dumped, and then blew out.

  But this one looked like it planned to stick around awhile, and it was violent. With the way the trees were bending in protest, she figured the winds were close to seventy-five miles an hour. Every few seconds lightning flashed—or rather cracked viciously—and thunder rolled.

  “I can’t believe they’re out there in this,” she murmured. “It’s crazy.”

  “He’s been in worse,” Gray said, and peeled into a clearing with a bunch of other trucks and rigs.

  “Incident Command,” he explained. “We’re three miles out from Aidan’s position. Stay here.” Shoving the truck into park, he exited the vehicle. Lily followed suit and ran around the front of the truck, head down because of the rain.

  Which was how she ran headfirst into Gray.

  He caught her and she couldn’t hear his sigh over the weather but she felt it.

  “What part of stay here didn’t you understand?” he asked.

  “All of it.”

  “Lily—”

  Hudson pulled up in a county SUV. Looking serious in his uniform, he exited the vehicle, his gaze going straight to his brother.

  “What?” Gray asked him.

  “You don’t have your radio on?”

  “It’s busted.”

  “Aidan and Mitch rescued some idiot off the face, but the unit had to pull back in a big hurry when lightning hit.”

  The look that crossed Gray’s face told Lily this was bad. “So where’s Aidan?” she asked.

  Hudson and Gray exchanged another look.

  “Someone better speak before I go batshit crazy on your asses,” she said tightly.

  Hudson met her gaze. “He and Mitch are still on the rescue site.”

  “You mean on the face of Dead Man’s Cliff?”

  Another glance between brothers. “They’re a few miles up the trail on a rock outcropping forty feet down from the top,” Hud said.

  “What?” she asked on a gasp of horror. “Out in the open with this lightning? They could get hit like those climbers did last year. Why aren’t they getting them off the face?”

  When Hudson hesitated, she started to storm off toward the trail, but Gray grabbed her hand.

  “Let go,” she said, heart in her throat because all she could think was that she’d lost Ashley on a day just like this. “I’ll go pull him up myself, dammit. What’s wrong with all of you? You can’t leave him there!”

  “What we can’t do is have you out here in the open in a lightning storm,” Gray said. “Get back in the truck.”

  She understood what he was saying, but she was picturing Aidan and Mitch on a tiny ledge, huddled in this crazy-ass storm. She tried to move forward, but Hudson caught her against him.

  “Listen to me,” he said, low and calm, his arms bands of steel. He brushed her wet, clinging hair from her face so he could look into her eyes. “If I could, I’d be out there on that mountain right now, rescuing them myself.”

  She stared into his fierce gaze, saw the worry there, and realized that if it wasn’t safe for him, it sure as hell wasn’t safe for her.

  “He’s going to be okay,” Hud told her. “He’s on a rope and so is Mitch. Trust me, they’re not going to let each other fall. But more importantly, they’re safer than we are. Get back in the truck. I’ll go get a radio and bring it to you. You can talk to him yourself and see. Okay?”

  “He’s on a rope?”

  “Yes.”

  She gave the cliff one last stare.

  “Lily.”

  “Okay, yeah.” She let Gray pull her from Hudson’s arms and guide her back to his truck.

  He shut her in the passenger side and beeped the locks as he walked around the hood.

  She smiled grimly. He didn’t trust her. She didn’t blame him.

  When he got in, he relocked the doors, hitting the child lock while he was at it.

  “Oh, for God’s sake,” she said.

  He said nothing at all, just cranked the heater, pointing the vents at her.

  They sat in silence for the few minutes it took Hudson to get back to them. He slid into the backseat and shook like a dog.

  “Goddammit, Hud,” Gray bitched.

  Hud smiled at Lily, and she knew he was trying to make her feel better. She held out her hand for the radio.

  He hesitated. “Okay, but first I need to tell you something. He’s a little injured—”

  “Oh, God.” She sucked in a breath and felt her vision go wonky.

  Hudson reached forward and slid his hand to the nape of her neck. “Push back against my hand,” he ordered. “Deep breaths, Lil
y.”

  “We’ve got you,” Gray said quickly at her side.

  Most of her brain felt consumed by panic, but Gray’s voice and Hudson’s hand on her neck anchored her. They were turned toward her, concentrating on her, gauging her reactions. Probably they were worried she was a flight risk, and they’d be right on that score, but she saw genuine concern in their eyes.

  “It’s going to be okay,” Hudson promised.

  “You don’t know that.” She felt the hysteria come at her again. “Things aren’t always okay. Things go south.” People die …

  “It’s going to be okay,” Hud repeated firmly. “Because I won’t let it be anything other than okay.”

  She turned and looked into his eyes, dark with determination. Then she looked at Gray. Matching.

  “He’s out there because of me,” she whispered, letting out her biggest fear. “He thought it was me.” Which made her responsible. Again.

  “It doesn’t matter who he thought it was,” Gray said. “He’d have gone up there for anyone and you know it. Don’t put this on yourself.”

  And then he slid his arm around her and squeezed.

  Because they were Aidan’s family and they took care of their own. She’d almost forgotten what that felt like until this very moment, surrounded by two of Aidan’s brothers who’d clearly dropped everything to be here for him. It nearly brought her to tears. It’d been a long time since she’d been part of a family unit. And yeah, she and Ashley had fought like cats and had competed in every little aspect of their lives, but they’d had each other’s backs, always. She missed that. God, she missed that. She purposely hadn’t allowed herself to think about it, but she’d missed this. Belonging to someone. Having someone at her back, unconditionally, no matter what.

  And yes, she still had her mom, but that was more peripherally. She had Jonathan, too, and now her clients, all of whom meant something to her, but this … this right here, she’d forgotten how good it felt to be a part of a family.

  She might have even gotten all mushy on both Gray and Hudson if she weren’t still so terrified for Aidan.

  “He knows what he’s doing,” Hudson reminded her. “You’ve got to believe that. If nothing else, believe in the fact that he’s the most stubborn bastard I know. He isn’t going anywhere. Because I’ll kill him myself if he does. Got it?”

  “Got it,” she whispered.

  Gray spared his brother a look over his shoulder. “What the hell is wrong with you, dumbass? You don’t tell a woman that you’re going to kill the guy she’s in love with.”

  Wait, what? In love with … The fuzziness returned and, from what felt like a long distance, Lily heard Hudson laugh.

  “You’re the dumbass,” Hud told Gray. “Telling her she loves him before she even knows she loves him. Good going, man. You’re going to fuck it all up for him before he even knows what’s happening.”

  Lily decided one emergency at a time and shoved Gray’s arm away, swiveling in the seat to stare at Hud. “What’s going on out there?”

  “Some kid was trying to impress a girl. The idiot got stuck on the ledge—couldn’t go up or down. At least they cited him. Not for climbing while stupid, which should be an actual citation, but for climbing in a no-climbing zone. Aidan and Mitch got him up to the top just as the storm moved in, but before they could do the same, Incident Command ordered the crew on the top to pull back. The threat of getting hit by lightning with all the equipment was just too big.”

  “You said he was hurt, what’s his injury?”

  “He slipped and swung into the rock face-first.”

  “Oh, my God.” She closed her eyes. I love you, Lily … She’d let him tell her his feelings, she’d let them wash over her and heal her and make her happy. And what had she done in return? She’d held back, hoarded her feelings, keeping them to herself.

  She’d always thought of herself as so brave. She’d gone out on her own at age eighteen, dependent on no one but herself, and she’d survived.

  But it turned out she wasn’t brave at all. She’d locked her heart up tight when it had gotten hurt, and she’d kept it isolated and alone ever since.

  Which made her the opposite of brave.

  But not Aidan. He didn’t have any walls. Everything he felt or thought was all over him for the world to see.

  This made him the bravest person she’d ever known.

  And he loved her.

  You love him too … She closed her eyes. “I need him,” she whispered.

  “We all do,” Hudson said.

  Gray grabbed the radio. “Aidan, you copy? It’s Gray. Need verification that you’re breathing. Over.”

  The radio crackled and then Aidan’s voice filled the cab. “Last I checked,” he said. “Does someone have eyes on Lily? Is she safe? Over.”

  As his unbearably familiar voice washed over her, Lily slapped a hand over her mouth to keep in the relieved sob. He was on the edge, literally a tiny, narrow edge, hanging by nothing but a rope in a thunderstorm that had been deemed so dangerous the other rescuers had retreated, and he wanted to know if she was okay. “I need to talk to him.”

  Gray shook his head no.

  But she was a woman on a mission and she snatched the radio from his hand. “Aidan,” she said into it, her voice not nearly as calm as his or his brothers’. She blamed the estrogen. “I’m here, I’m fine.” She paused. “Over,” she said awkwardly.

  Gray smiled at her like she was cute.

  “Define here,” Aidan said, not sounding like he found her cute at all, his voice tight now. “On the mountain? Over.”

  “I’m safe. I’m in Gray’s truck.” Needing to get it all out before she choked on it, she sucked in some air. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I’ve been too scared to do this right. I was afraid of what might happen, how I could get hurt, how you could get hurt. But that’s not the way to live. Things happen. I can’t control everything and I can’t live a half life.”

  “Lily—”

  “No, listen. I’m not going to hold back anymore.” She gulped in a breath, needing to hear him say it was all going to be okay.

  Radio silence.

  She gulped, but she had to finish, she had to put it all out there, like he’d done for her. He deserved that much. “Aidan—”

  “No,” he said, cutting her off. “Not here. Not now, not like this. Not because you think I’m in danger.”

  “But you are in danger.”

  “Gray,” Aidan said. “Get her out of here.”

  Gray took the radio from her numb fingers. “No can do, man,” he said into the radio. “She’s not going anywhere, and neither are me and Hud.”

  “You’re all sitting ducks out there,” Aidan said. “Take her home or I’ll—”

  Gray turned the radio off.

  Lily gaped at him.

  “He needed a moment to collect himself,” Gray said.

  “We’re not leaving,” Lily said.

  “We’re not leaving,” Gray confirmed.

  “This storm better not go all night,” Hudson muttered, hunkering down in the backseat. “It’s effing cold back here. Hey, Lily, were you going to give him the L-word?”

  Lily huddled into herself and went mute. Had she just yearned for family? Because maybe she could do without brothers …

  Hudson laughed softly. “You two were made for each other.”

  A month ago Lily would have denied that. Hell, even a few days ago she might have squirmed uncomfortably over the notion.

  Not now.

  Because she knew it to be true. They were made for each other. Aidan had given her back everything that had been missing from her life. Excitement, thrill, warmth, laughter, heat, heart …