“Hi.” The waitress who had just taken her mom’s order turned to Lexi. Her eyes widened as she took in Lucas. The pretty, slender brunette flushed. “Hi. Can I get you anything? Anything at all?”

“He’s taken, Mandy,” Aidan said with a laugh. “I can see I have to deal with a lot of this. Men, women, even my damn dog has taken to my subs.”

Lucas winked, and Mandy looked back and forth, her lips going up in a giggle. She took the orders and bounced off.

“She’ll gossip, you know,” Lucas said with a little frown. “This is a small town. It could cause trouble for you.”

“It will cause trouble,” Lexi corrected. Her mother had grown up in a small town, lived there now. Only her husbands’ money granted her any acceptance, and Lexi had heard they still called her “That Woman” behind her back. Maybe Aidan didn’t know what he was in for.

“I don’t think Aidan cares,” a new voice said. Lexi looked up and saw a cowboy with a pleasant smile standing by Aidan. Aidan stood and shook hands with the man.

“Lexi, Lucas, this is Dwight Creely,” Aidan introduced the man who stood a few inches shorter than him, but was thickly muscled. He had a quiet air about him. He shook Lucas’s hand and tipped his hat at her. After all the introductions were made, he sat down.

“I’m Aidan’s foreman. He asked me to come to this meeting. I take care of the security for the ranch,” Dwight explained.

Ben Dawson sat forward. “You were also in the Army with Aidan, right?”

Dwight stilled, and then the smile was back. “Yes, I was.”

“Interesting,” Chase added, his hands flying across the keyboard of his computer.

“Not really. That was a long time ago,” Aidan said, shifting uncomfortably, his hand going to the small of his back.

Without even thinking about it, Lexi reached out and massaged the spot.

Aidan’s whole face softened. “Thank you, angel.”

Lexi stroked, telling herself she’d do it for anyone.

Ben and Chase started in on their report. They had found out all of the usual stuff. Her job was boring, and no one would want to kill her over it. Most of her close friends were at The Club. They were almost all submissives, and even their Doms liked Lexi. They couldn’t find a single person who she hadn’t done something nice for. She was known for having a sarcastic mouth and a ridiculously warm heart. Her neighbor had been so upset about the shooting that she’d cried. Lexi took Mrs. Darren, an elderly widower, to her frequent doctor appointments.

“I can’t imagine anyone wanting to kill my daughter,” Abby said, leaning across to pat Lexi’s shoulder.

She gave Aidan’s back one last squeeze. The muscles had stopped seizing. “I don’t know, Momma, that jackass last year seemed very determined.”

Lucas’s face went stark white. “Could this be about me?”

Ben stared for a moment, and Lexi could practically see his brain working. “I considered it. I haven’t discarded the idea yet, but I don’t think so. Your legal work revolves around your brother’s business and Mr. Lodge’s investments. You acquired several companies for Mr. Lodge recently. I’m exploring the possibility that one of the former owners could be upset.”

“I also checked into your brother, Aidan,” Chase stated bluntly.

Lexi watched as Aidan tensed again. “He was here last night. He called me from the house phone.”

“At what time?” Chase asked.

“Before the scene at The Club.”

Ben and his brother looked at each other. They seemed to have a whole conversation through a series of small facial movements. Finally Ben, who seemed to take the lead most of the time, turned back. “It would be tight, but he could have made it. The two of you fought over the terms of your father’s will?”

Lexi couldn’t imagine it was Bo. He’d been a sweet kid when she’d known him. Even today, he’d treated her little sister with kindness.

Aidan’s hands folded together, and he seemed to be squeezing them tight. “He was unhappy when he realized Dad had left the ranch to me. Bo felt like he deserved it. I never really wanted to ranch when I was younger. I wanted to be a musician. Then I went into the Army and lost a couple of fingers in a fire fight. My hands don’t work the way they used to.”

Ben leaned forward. “So why did your father leave you the ranch?”

Dwight snorted. “Because he had a brain in his head. Bo couldn’t find his ass with a GPS locator.”

“Don’t. He’s just a kid,” Aidan protested.

“He’s twenty-two, Aidan,” Dwight shot back. “He needs to grow up. He needs to get a job.”

“He has a job,” Aidan insisted.

“I’d like to talk about what happened to your squad.” Chase Dawson said the words smoothly, but they dropped with a thud as both Aidan and Dwight paled.

“I don’t see how it has anything to do with this,” Dwight said, sitting back in his chair. “It happened years ago. No need to bring up bad memories.”

Chase shrugged as though it didn’t matter. “I just have a nose for these things.”

“I thought you were investigating the shooting?” Aidan asked. He put a hand to his head. Lexi could see how his eyes tightened as though he was in pain.

“I was,” Chase replied. “I go where the information leads me, and sometimes I simply follow my own instincts.”

“Chase is a brilliant investigator,” Ben explained. “He’s the brains. I’m the beauty.”

Well, that said a lot since they were identical twins. But Lexi could already tell the difference. Ben was charming, while Chase was dark and broody. If she was going to write them, she’d give Chase a single scar on his face to utterly differentiate them. Chase was the one who would get into trouble. He was the one who could hurt someone. She could write them into a romantic suspense novel. They were perfect for it.

“Lexi?” Lucas leaned in. “Are you with us, or on another planet?”

Her mom was looking at her, too. “That’s her working expression. She’s had it since she was a kid. When she was thinking up a story, she would get that far-off look in her face, and I would know to let her alone for a while.”

“She wrote a bit today,” Lucas offered. “She’s probably thinking about that.”

Her mother looked misty, and she suddenly seemed to see Aidan differently. “Are you getting a headache?”

Aidan turned to Abby. “A little one, yes. I get migraines from time to time.”

“Well, given the extent of your injuries in the line of duty, I would say migraines are the least of your problems. Jack mentioned how badly you were hurt. How long did it take for you to walk again?” Abby asked.

Aidan flushed. “The better part of a year.”

“Spinal cord injury?” Her mother’s tone had taken on that nurse practicality. She’d worked in some of the busiest trauma centers in the Dallas-Fort Worth area. “How many surgeries?”

“Eight,” Aidan replied.

Lexi felt her stomach turn. He’d had eight surgeries? She’d seen the scars, but he seemed so healthy. With the exception of the weak knee, she hadn’t seen him have a single problem. How much was he compensating to look strong?

“Do you remember the incident that led to your injury?” Chase asked. Those blue eyes were laser-focused on Aidan. Ben sat back, obviously ceding the floor to his brother. “I’ve read the Army’s official report, and I have some questions. Mr. Creely was the only one who survived? He got out of the incident relatively unscathed.”

“He took a knife to the gut. I hardly call that unscathed.” Aidan massaged a place right between his eyes. “I wouldn’t have survived without Dwight.”

Chase looked at his computer screen. “Really? According to the leader of the team that found you, it was the dog barking that led them to you.”

“I stayed,” Dwight said. “I stayed with him. I kept the Iraqi soldiers off us until the G Squad could get to us. And how did you get that report? It’s supposed to be classified.”

Chase leaned forward with a silky smile. He cracked his fingers the way a virtuoso piano player might. “There’s not a lot of security that these fingers can’t get through. I told you. I follow my nose, and I don’t like that report. Maybe it has nothing to do with this. Maybe it does. But all of that is superfluous. The report states clearly that Sergeant Aidan O’Malley remembered nothing of the attack that decimated his squad.”

“I dream about it at night.” Aidan’s voice was low and gravelly. Lexi reached out and placed her hand on his back again. Lucas sat forward.

“Those dreams don’t mean anything. He’s talked to me about them, and they don’t make a lick of sense.” Dwight’s hands were threaded together, red from tightness. “He didn’t dream when he was taking the sleeping pills the doctors prescribed.”

“I told you why I stopped. They make me drowsy even during the day. I can’t live my life like that.” Aidan’s eyes closed.

Dwight pushed back from the table. “Yeah, well, you should have told me when you decided to stop taking them. I would have helped you. Damn it, Aidan. You know I’ve told you everything that happened. Why do you have to push this? You’re going to kill yourself over this, you know it.”

Dwight stalked out of the room.

Aidan watched him go. “Forgive him. He remembers. Sometimes I think he wishes he was in my shoes. Does anyone have an aspirin?”

“Could we get a glass of water, here?” her mother asked. She stood and gestured for Lucas to stand as well. “Lucas, rub his scalp. Aidan, close your eyes and don’t think about it. I think the migraines come when you try to think too hard about that day. I’ve seen this in PTSD patients with memory loss. Let the memory go, and you might be able to avoid the migraine.”