"So, I invited my brother to go over to the coast to have a beer, check out the women, and what does he tell me? Not interested in doing that--he wants to go to this little bar in Virgin River. But he doesn't tell me why. What an incredible coincidence that you happen to be here, Miss McIntyre." She laughed at him, finding him darling and playful, two things Luke definitely was not. "Please, it's just Shelby. He knew I'd be here. It's almost a standing date." "Is it, now? Is there another one of you at home?" "I'm afraid not," she said. "But I understand there are more brothers." "Aiden, Colin and Paddy. But I'm the richest and most handsome." "And the biggest pain in the ass," Luke inserted. "Where do you fall in the pack?" Shelby asked. "Number four. Luke's the oldest." He looked over his shoulder at Luke. "He's very old, you know. And I think my family and your family were at war for thousands of years," he teased. He sipped his beer. "Yeah, the McIntyre-Riordan wars. Sure am glad that's over." "And none of you married?" "At last count, two of them tried it and blew it. They insist it wasn't their fault," he said, grinning. Luke was going to take him home and beat the shit out of him. But Shelby was loving it. The sly grin on the general's face was unmistakable and the amused crinkle at the corners of Jack's eyes suggested he was getting too big a kick out of this as well. And"