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was the difference.  Law admitted his wrong doing.  Rider was defensive about his part in it all.  He never admitted anything.  He always blamed someone else or something else.  It was one of the few things Lizzie didn’t respect about him and she knew the brothers saw it as a weakness.  She saw it as juvenile, but Rider had always seemed to be as lighthearted as a kid.
     
    “Do you think he did it?”  Her voice was hoarse, but she had to know what Spec thought.&nbsly gp; He was the smartest man she had ever known and he knew things that most couldn’t know.
     
    “Fuck no.”
     
    Lizzie closed her eyes and let that certainty settle.  Spec was never wrong.  Spec shifted until he was hovering over her.
     
    “Rider needing to rape a woman is like me needing help with my email Lizzie.  It doesn’t happen.  Plus he isn’t that kind of man.”
     
    Lizzie looked up into his blue eyes and saw his absolute certainty.  She felt that bubble of hope in her chest and let it free.  Everything would be alright.  She reached up and caressed Spec’s face.
     
    “You are too good for me.”
     
    “Nonsense.  I’m not nearly good enough, but you will never figure that out.”  He winked and pressed a kiss to her lips.
     
    “Have you seen him?  Since he left?”
     
    Spec nodded.  “I’ve kept an eye on him.”
     
    “What’s going on?”
     
    “Bad shit Lizzie.  Very bad shit.  Shit that will haunt him the rest of his life.  He will never be the same after this.”  He studied her face.  “Do you think you can handle that?”
     
    “Will he be alright?”
     
    “That depends on him.  No one can help him until he decides he needs helping.  I think he may be there.”
     
    “It’s so sad.”
     
    “It is.  Sad to see a brother brought so low.”
     
    “That too…”
     
    “Too?”
     
    “Yes.  It’s sad that he will kick your ass when he gets back because you have been in my bed.”
     
    She had surprised him.  Spec’s eyes lit with mischief and she loved that look the best.  Lizzie giggled when his hands grew hungry.  She rarely surprised him and it did something to him.  It was almost like an electric shock.
     
    “What is the rush?”
     
    “I need to get all of you I can before you are finished with me.”
     
    His words were spoken playfully but Lizzie heard the finality in them and knew they were his true thoughts.  She knew too that he was never wrong.  It dampened her joy, but she tried to hide it.  He knew she would run to Rider if he would have her and deep down Lizzie knew it too.
     
    She wrapped her arms around Spec as he lifted her shirt and tasted her skin.  She would give Spec every ounce of herself she could until Rider got home and then she would see how she felt.  There was no use in worrying over it now.  She knew that if Rider needed her that she would give every ounce of herself to helping him.  She knew she would always give him all of her, even if he didn’t really want it.
     
     

 
    Seven
     
    Rider sat in his hospital room with Preach and tried to listen.  He was detoxing in the hospital north of Atlanta.  He was thankful they hadn’t made him stay in the jail.  He was sick.  This felt worse than any flu he had ever had in his life.  He was shaking with chills and sweating and the shaking hurt.  He wanted to just die, but Preach wouldn’t allow that. 
     
    Preach wasn’t being quiet about how pissed he was, but Rider could think of nothing but how much he hurt and how much he wanted another hit.  The doctors had suggested drug replacement which would be easier, but Preach had said no.  Preach hated junkies and he was pissed that Rider had become one in the few months that he had been gone. 
     
    Rider wasn’t proud of it either.  The apple never falls far from the tree it seemed.  He thought back to his father and all the times he had chosen a hit or a bottle over his family and he vowed not to walk down that