Levon studied the chessboard and contemplated his next move. Rosa had planned an excellent strategy but he wasn't totally convinced that he was beaten just yet. If he could just position a few pieces the right way, he could still win. Assuming, of course, that she wasn't aware of his counter measures. He'd just have to be careful.

This was their third game, and Levon smiled, suddenly reminded of playing with Joe the first time during the hurricane that brought them together. [Wonder if he knows she's a better player than he is. Bet he don't.]

"What?"

"Pardon?"

"You're smiling. Why?"

Levon shrugged. "Was just thinking 'bout playing chess with Joe."

"You've played with him?"

"Oh yeah. A time or two."

"You win."

It wasn't a question, but Levon answered anyway. "Yep. Not always mind you, but most of the time."

Rosa laughed, delighted. "He is not a bad player, just unfocused. And he seldom thinks as far ahead as he should."

"He's gotten better lately." Levon smiled. [Always said a little incentive went a long way.] They had made it something of a contest when they played. Winner got to choose the place and position for their next round of lovemaking. Levon knew full well that it was the only way he could have ever convinced Joe that making love in the hayloft of the barn was not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

He chuckled remembering that Joe hadn't really objected to getting dirty that time. Although, he was more than willing to admit getting cleaned up had been almost as much fun as getting dirty had been. Rosa raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking him to explain what was funny. He just shook his head, unwilling to even try.

"Do you play often?"

"We try ta play whenever we get a chance."

"Good. He could use the practice."

"Did you two ever play?"

Rosa shook her head no. "I've watched him play with Michael many times, but he and I have never played each other. It was something he shared with his uncle. I didn't want to interfere."

Levon nodded at that, and moved his knight. It felt weird to be using his left hand to do it, but he still felt clumsy trying to do things with his right, and probably would until he got used to the weight and feel of the cast. [Stupid, ugly thing.] He was already tired of it.

"Joe told me you used ta take him and the rest of the kids ta the Art Institute."

Rosa smiled warmly at him, even as she studied the board and planned her next move. "Yes. That was our thing." With care she moved her queen to capture his knight.

Levon casually moved a pawn. Rosa moved her remaining bishop to protect the knight being threatened by the pawn Levon had moved. Levon smiled as he used his rook to capture her queen.

"Checkmate."

Rosa's breath hissed out a soft sigh of frustration. She regarded him with narrowed eyes. "You are better at this than you led me to believe."

"I said I could play. You never asked me how well."

She scowled at him. "That is two games to my one. And you let me win the first game."

"No, I didn't." Levon had used the first game to test her skill, but he had not let her win. It was a déjà vu moment. Joe had accused him of the same thing the first time they had played. [Gotta wonder if the whole LaFiamma family all think the same way.]

"Another game?"

"Sure. Might as well play until the others get back."

Together they set up the chess pieces for a new game. Rosa, Maria and Carlo had shown up at the ranch shortly after breakfast. Joe had left with his sister and brother-in-law not long after, if not eager, at least more or less willingly. It would take them over an hour to get to the park, but Levon was sure they would be there in time for when it opened.

Levon knew Joe would have a good time at Six Flags, playing with Maria and Carlo, even though he was reluctant to leave. When Joe had tried to back out, Levon had made damn sure that he couldn't change is mind. Joe needed to enjoy being with his family while they're here, not sitting round the ranch fussing over Levon. And it wasn't like he'd be all on his own anyway. With Rosa staying there was no good reason for Joe not to go. Especially when Levon figured that Joe needed the chance to get to know Carlo.

To Levon's way of thinking, Carlo was just a kid. The only way to know if he was really voicing his own opinions, or just parroting things he'd heard, trying to integrate himself with the group, was to take the time to get to know him. The best way to do that was for Joe to spend time with him.

Levon had learned a long time ago that people were seldom all one thing or another. People could, and often did, hold widely disparate opinions on a lot of issues. A person might think the death penalty to be okay, but not abortion. Or believe same sex relationships were an evil, but not see a problem with having multiple wives. Nothing in this world was ever quite as black and white as we often wish it were.

Levon also knew that how someone behaved around family wasn't necessarily how they were around friends or strangers. He figured that meeting a much loved and talked about older brother, had to be tough. There had to be a lot of expectation to be met and dealt with. Joe had said Carlo was an up and coming member of Uncle Mikey's organization. Levon wondered if that might not have affected both Carlo's outlook and his behavior. The mob was riddled with stereotypes just as much as, if not more than, the police force. Carlo wouldn't be the first person to play up to those images as a way of fitting in, or trying to figure out how to handle a situation.

His own interactions with Carlo, although limited, made him think that Carlo was a nice enough guy. Maybe not open and accepting of same sex relationships, but that didn't necessarily mean he wouldn't be a good husband to Maria. He evidently loved her a great deal. By all accounts this trip had been her choice, and Carlo had let her plan most of it. Levon was sure the sculpture he'd purchased, simply because Maria liked it, had cost a pretty penny. And he certainly knew when to keep his mouth shut at dinner last night, not interfering, even though the expression Levon had seen, clearly indicated he would have loved to have done so. Levon figured that had to count for a lot, because very few people were smart enough to know when NOT to say something.

Levon was careful not to voice his opinion. He figured it was up to Joe to decide for himself how he felt about his new brother-in-law. Levon's only interest in the whole situation lay in how it affected his partner, and he was fairly certain that the effect would be better if Joe could find some common ground with his sister's husband. He was hoping that by spending the day with Maria and Carlo, Joe would find some level of acceptance. And if not outright acceptance, then tolerance.

Levon did not want to be the thing that came between Joe and his family, any member of his family. Some small part of him still believed it would have been better to have simply taken the week off and disappeared. He wouldn't have enjoyed being separated from Joe, but he would have survived. With him out of the picture, Joe could have had a nice, normal visit with his family. Unfortunately, that was no longer an option.

Never one to dwell for long on what could have been done, or should have been done, Levon decided it was far better to focus on the situation as it was. That meant he had to make sure Joe had solo time with his family, time that he could devote to just them. Levon was fairly certain that Joe needed to spend time with Maria, to learn about who she had become while he was away. She'd had just turned twenty when he left Chicago, and a lot had happened in her life over the past four years. He needed time to get to know the man Maria had chosen, and maybe learn what it was about Carlo that made her think he was the right choice. So Levon had pushed hard for Joe to go to Six Flags and have a good time. It hadn't been easy, but Joe did leave.

Of course, he hadn't left without admonishing his lover to behave, and follow the doctor's orders. And just to be certain that Levon followed those orders, he passed on the written instructions that Dr. Marsh had given him to Rosa. Levon knew he should have torn those up when he had the chance.

Despite her earlier claim that riding horses was better left to younger people, she did spend several hours or so riding Fooler around the pasture. And did an admirable job of putting the mare through her paces. Levon had watched from the back porch, after being forcefully reminded he was not to be walking anymore than necessary.

When he would have gone to the barn anyway, Rosa brought out the big guns, guilt. She told him that Joe had left Levon in her care, and that he would be terribly upset with her if anything should happen to him. Levon had rolled his eyes at that. He'd been in trouble with is partner before, and probably would be again, but he readily gave in to Rosa, not wanting to stir up any trouble between Joe and his aunt. And not that he would ever admit it, but just walking from the bedroom to the porch was about all his right leg could handle. It was better than the day before, but not by much.

He put in a call to his neighbor, Grady, and politely requested that he saddle Fooler for Rosa. Grady spent the morning in the barn taking care of the chores Levon couldn't do, and waited around, keeping Levon company on the porch. They passed the time talking about the weather, horses, rodeos, and just catching up on the neighborhood gossip.

Grady made sure all the tack got returned to its proper place and that Fooler was taken care of, when Rosa finished her ride. Not that Levon didn't trust Rosa to handle it, he just didn't think she should have to. Rosa invited Grady to stay for lunch as a way of saying thank you. Grady had left with a new appreciation for Italian cooking and a promise to be over the next day to take care of the horses so Levon wouldn't have to worry about it.

Having finished setting up the chessboard, Rosa glanced at the clock on the mantel. "How much longer before they return?"

Levon shrugged one shoulder. "Hard ta say. Could be a few minutes or a few hours." He smiled. "Tired of the quiet already?"

Rosa flashed a quick smile at him. "No. Just wondering how much longer I will have it to enjoy." She tipped her head toward the board on the table. "So when did you learn to play chess?"

"When I was little. My granddaddy liked ta play. An' Mother Minnie does to." Levon pointed to a black and white photo hanging on the nearby wall. "That was them as a young couple." He pointed to the pictured next to it. "An' the other one is about twenty-five years later." He paused for a moment. "That one woulda been taken 'bout three years 'fore Granddaddy died."

Rosa stood and walked over to the wall. Levon had seen her looking at the pictures earlier, the way most newcomers did. Regular visitors rarely paid any attention to the wall full of photos. He figured Rosa was too polite to ask about them, but assumed she was curious. Levon was reasonably certain that her volunteering to spend the day with him was not entirely altruistic.

She wanted to know more about the man her nephew was involved with. Find out what it was about him that made Joe want to be involved with him. The only way she would get the chance to really talk with him would be if they spent some time alone. [An' those pictures would be the best way to let her ask what ever it is she wants to ask. Reckon she's been waitin' all day for a good opportunity.]

"Who is this?" Rosa pointed to a picture of Levon and Bobby Wilton, arms around each other's shoulders, laughing for the camera.

"That's Bobby Wilton. We were best friends in high school. Played football together in college." He decided to leave off the more recent history. He preferred to remember the Bobby in knew in college and not the man he became later.

"This one must be your mother. I can see a bit of family resemblance." Rosa lightly tapped the glass. "She was beautiful." Rosa turned to look at him. "Joseph told me she died when you were very young."

"I was eight."

"I'm sorry." Her expression was contrite. "I should not have..."

"S'alright." He smiled easily, letting her know he really didn't mind talking about his mother. He'd gotten over the hurt sometime ago. [Still miss her, but it just don't hurt like is used to.] "An' you're right. My momma was a beautiful woman."

Rosa tipped her head in acknowledgement. "It must have been hard to lose your mother at such a young age."

Levon smiled wryly. "Well, it wasn't easy. But it weren't too bad. I had Mother Minnie so it wasn't like I was all on my own."

Rosa's eyes roamed freely over the pictures. Levon guessed that she was looking for one that might be his father. He wasn't going to point out that his father wasn't there, or discuss why not. He just hoped she wouldn't ask. It wasn't a topic he was prepared to discuss.

Levon breathed a sigh of relief when she pointed to another photo. "Who is this lovely woman?"

"That would be my wife. Caroline."

Rosa raised her eyebrows. "You are divorced?"

"No, Ma'am."

Her eyes narrowed, a look that reminded Levon of Joe when he was getting ready to unleash his displeasure. "Separated?" Rosa questioned softly.

He took a deep breath, and swallowed hard. Thinking about Caroline still hurt, like a dull ache he'd gotten used to living with. It had eased over the past few years, but it was still there. He knew that Rosa wouldn't let it go without an explanation, and he felt he owed her that much. [Wouldn't do for her ta think I was anything but faithful ta Joe.]

"Joe must not have told ya that she was murdered." Levon swallowed hard. [Even after all this time it still hurts ta think it, much less say it.] "Would be almost five years ago now."

Rosa went absolutely still, her face losing some of its color. "No... he didn't mention that."

Levon ran his left hand through his hair. "Probably wouldn't have said much to you." He looked at her with an empathetic gaze. They both had the sudden, violent loss of a loved one in common. "With your husband being killed... Joe wouldn't have wanted ta upset you by bringing up somethin' so...," Levon shrugged, "so similar."

Rosa nodded hesitantly, accepting that logic. "Did you...did you love her?"

Levon smiled sadly. "Wouldn't have married her otherwise." He sighed quietly. "Although, I suspect that were she still alive, we wouldn't be together any more. Was a lot of fire an' ice in our marriage."

Levon cocked his head to one side as he considered something that had just occurred to him. "Funny thing is... I think I understand what was wrong 'tween us a whole lot better since Joe and I got together. Better than I ever did while she and I were married."

Rosa moved back to sit down so that she faced Levon. "I would have assumed that since you are now involved with my nephew that what went wrong between you and your wife would be obvious."

Levon studied Rosa. Her comment could have been nasty, or flippant, but he knew she was just describing the situation as she saw it. "Wish it were as simple as me bein' interested in men that was the problem. Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple. See... I never even considered someone else once I asked her ta marry me, an' we said our vows. I promised ta forsake all others. Promised till death do us part, an' I meant it."

Rosa smiled gently, understanding. "You take your promises seriously."

Levon blushed slightly, not sure why he was embarrassed by that. "Yeah. I do. Not right to give yer word if you don't plan ta keep it. Or aren't willin' ta do what it takes ta see it through."

Rosa smiled at that. "Very commendable. Not many people these days appreciate what it means to make a promise."

He cleared his throat slightly, uncomfortable with her praise. Rosa's next question showed that, even though she could sense his discomfort, she wasn't ready to change the subject. "How long were you married?"

"Almost twelve years." He sighed softly, and picked up his queen from the chessboard. He played with the piece trying to organize his thoughts. He really couldn't find fault with Rosa's questions. He knew she wanted to find out if he was someone she could approve of letting her nephew get involved with. Oh he knew she liked him, but that didn't necessarily mean that she thought he would be the right person for Joe. [Best way to show her might be to share some of my past.]

Levon gently traced the carved lines of the queen with his index finger. He carefully returned the queen to her proper place on the board. If he could have gotten up and paced he would have, but he already knew Rosa wouldn't let him. [Just face the music, son.]

"Guess you could say Caroline was my first love. We knew each other from the time we were kids. Started datin' when we were freshmen in high school. Even went ta the prom together. Never really lost touch even when we sort of went our separate ways in college. Got back together when I was staying with Mother Minnie, after I hurt my shoulder. Just sort o' seemed natural that we'd end up together. Like that was jus' how it was supposed ta work out."

Levon frowned and glanced at Rosa. "We'd known each other for so long, I think we sort o' just assumed we really knew each other. Truth is that in a lot o' ways we were strangers. Sort of forgot that people aren't always who we think they are. Don't know if it makes any sense, but I sometimes think she wasn't in love with me, but that she was in love with the person she thought I was."

Levon shifted, and leaned back to rest against the back of the couch. He looked out the window, letting the familiar scenery wash over him. He wasn't sure why, but it was comforting, and made it easier to speak. "I don't think she was really prepared to be a cop's wife. She hated the weird shifts, the long hours, and the lousy pay. Didn't like me getting so... guess the right word would be... obsessed, with my cases. An' I never really understood just how terrifying it was for her to know I was out on the street likely doin' somethin' that could get me killed. Don't think it really hit her. I mean, REALLY hit her, until the first time I got hurt on the job."

Levon rolled his shoulders trying to ease the sudden stiffness that had appeared. "Wasn't bad." He held up a hand, forestalling anything Rosa might have said. "Got knifed. A few stitches was all I needed. But it just sort o' brought home the fact that my job was never gonna be nine to five, completely safe, or amount to much more than what it already was. Knowin' that it bothered her, I tried not ta talk about the job. But when ya spend so much time an energy at it... there really isn't a lot left over to talk about. And when I didn't talk about the job, Caroline figured I was keepin' things from her. Was sort a of a lose, lose situation."

He sighed. "Truth is, there wasn't a lot we could talk about. Me and Joe can talk about anythin' and everythin'. Sometimes we're so in tune we don't even need words. But me and Caroline... it was like we were from different planets, or were speaking different languages. Couldn't seem to make that connection and really understand."

Levon shrugged, and shot a rueful expression toward Rosa. "Funny how she and I could have so much history... so much in common, and couldn't really talk to each other. Seems like we spent a lot of time talkin' at each other, or around each other rather than focus on what was really important." He frowned and shook his head. "Did any o' that make sense?"

"Yes." Rosa's reply was quiet, as though she were afraid of interrupting, but wanted to make certain he knew she was following the conversation.

Levon nodded, relieved that she understood. He'd never really tried to talk about this with anyone. He had only gone to see a shrink when the brass forced him to, but at that time the wound was just too raw, and he couldn't talk about Caroline. There was too much guilt and sorrow for him to be able to express clearly how he felt. And talking to a total stranger was just not something he could do. It was easier to shut down, and hide until he could handle it. He had basically been encased in his own world of self-imposed isolation until Joe LaFiamma appeared, and dragged him back to the real world kicking and screaming.

"The final straw for her, I think, was when the partner I had as a beat cop ended up having ta take disability. Crushed his left femur in a car accident while chasing a suspect. Damn near lost the leg."

Levon winced remembering the argument he and Caroline had the same night as the accident. It was the first of many. "Was after that when things really got... difficult. She wanted me to quit. More she pushed, the harder I resisted."

Levon took a deep breath. "Arguments always seemed to run in circles. If I really loved her I'd give up bein' a cop. If she really loved me she wouldn't ask me to quit doin' the one thing I believed I was really good at. Weren't no way to really win that, and we just made each other miserable."

"With me and Joe... we argue a lot, but it's usually jus' about work stuff. Know this is gonna sound weird, but when we argue... it's got a purpose. We're goin' somewhere with it. Tradin' ideas, thoughts and point of view. We don't run in circles like Caroline and I did."

[Thank God for that. Don't think I could handle it if we fought that way. Had enough o' that to last me a lifetime.]

"An' it isn't often that things ever get really nasty between him and me. Lord knows we've got more than enough ammo if we wanted, but we both try not to let it ever get personal. An' I don't know how, but we always seem ta know when ta back off, or when we jus' went too far. Got a nice amount o' give an' take between us."

Levon shot a sheepish glance at Rosa from under his lashes. "Sometimes, I argue jus' cause I like to see him get all wound up. Like the way his eyes flash when he's mad."

Rosa chuckled. "I believe that his father, Tony used to do things like that to Sofia, Joe's mother. Joe has her eyes, so even though he has never looked at me with such anger, I am familiar with the look your are referring too."

"My first clue that I might more than just like him as a friend and partner was when I realized I was looking for ways to provoke him just to see him bristle up like a porcupine. Like that he pushes so hard. Brings out the best, and sometimes the worst, in me. But he don't ever back down. Jus' takes it all in stride and keeps going."

Levon sighed again very quietly. "I finally understood how hard it was for Caroline. Joe gets just as focused as I do... if not more so. A bit like a dog with a bone. Jus' won't let go. If I weren't workin' right along with him, I'd probably get just as frustrated and angry as Caroline used to get with me. An' since we're together, we don't have those arguments about the job being more important or keepin' secrets. We both know where we stand with each other."

Levon smiled and shrugged one shoulder. "Everythin' in my life is jus' better with him in it than it ever was without him." [Don't even want to think about what it would be like if I'd never met him.]

"When Joe got hurt awhile back.... I really had an epiphany o' sorts." Unable to sit still any longer, Levon got up and limped to the window. He crossed his arms against his chest and leaned against the wall. He pitched his voice so Rosa could still hear him. "Never been so scared in my whole life. Didn't really hit me until it was all over, but when it did," Levon took a deep breath, "well, it was a bit like bein' run over by a truck. Jus' the thought that he coulda died..."

Levon shivered, and swallowed hard. "Had to keep remindin' myself that everythin' worked out okay. That he was still here with me, and even though he got hurt, he would heal. Had to come to terms with it bein' part o' the job for him the same way it was for me. Didn't want to have the same arguments with him that I had with Caroline."

Levon smiled sadly. "First time in my life, I could totally understand her point of view. An' I finally really understood Caroline's fear, and why we kept havin' the same argument over and over. If I had known then what I know now..."

Levon left that open-ended, not even sure what would have changed, what he might have done differently, if he really had known then. He loved being a cop, and the only way to relieve Caroline's fear would have been to give it up. It saddened him to realize that he might not have loved her enough to give it up for her.

Rosa moved to stand next to him. She rested a hand gently on his shoulder. He accepted the comfort of that simple gesture.

"Course, for me, it ain't so bad, cause I'm right there with him. I can back him up, can keep an eye on him... she didn't have that choice. If I had to sit at home and wait to hear he'd been killed on the job... well, I don't think I could have handled that even half as well as she did. An' I sure as hell couldn't have done it as long as she did."

"This is why you understood Maria's position last night?" Rosa asked softly, her hand gently kneading the tense shoulder she'd rested it on.

"Yeah." Levon raised his hand to pat Rosa's. "Knew what she was thinkin'. Knew what Joe was thinkin' too. Was weird ta be able to actually see both sides o' that argument. Didn't reckon that they needed ta get into that."

"You handled that far better than I did." Rosa sighed softly. "I have worked very hard to make certain that my nieces and nephews could choose for themselves what they wanted. That they did not HAVE to be involved with the family business if they didn't want to be. There is a whole world out there for them to explore and be a part of. A world that doesn't revolve around the LaFiamma family."

Levon heard Rosa take a deep breath, and squeezed her hand lightly once. "So when Maria starts talking about him quitting and comin' home, you think she's underminin' all yer hard work."

"Something like that." Rosa chuckled. "Being here has been good for Joseph. He may not realize that, or even appreciate it, but I can see the difference it has made in him. I would hate for him to throw all that away."

[I know Rafe liked it here, but that ain't the same as thinkin' it's a good place for Joe ta be. Most o' his family talks 'bout what he's missin' by bein' here. Don't remember any o' 'em sayin' they thought it was a good thing for him ta be so far away.]

Levon couldn't help but think of Rosa as an ally, and reveled in the warm feeling that gave him. It was nice to know that at least one member of Joe's family didn't think his being in Texas was the equivalent of being exiled to hell. And honestly thought his being in Texas was a good thing.

Rosa patted his shoulder. "Shall we get back to the game?" She waved a hand toward the chessboard.

Levon nodded. "Sure. Might as well." He made his way back to his seat and eased himself into it. He could ignore the dull, almost constant throb of his arm and ribs. His hip, though, tended to send sharp, swift reminders if he moved unwisely, and he could feel his knee throbbing in time with his pulse. His right leg didn't appreciate his earlier sudden movements.

Levon took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his body adjust and relax. [Don't care what the doctor said, sittin' 'round doin' nothin' just makes it worse. Need to move a bit more and work out the kinks. Maybe tomorrow, when I don't have a babysitter, I can work some of 'em out. ]

He opened his eyes to see Rosa studying him critically. "Have you taken any of your medication?"

"Yeah."

"When?"

"Yesterday."

"I meant today, Levon." She sent him a quelling look, letting him know she was not amused, and Levon sighed. He considered lying, but knew he wouldn't get away with it. [Reminds me o' talkin' to Mother Minne. Could never get away with lying ta her either.]

"No. I didn't take any today."

"I see." Her tone clearly said she didn't.

"Don't like takin' pills." Levon stated, knowing it was a futile to try and explain. "Besides, I didn't need 'em."

"Well, from the looks of you, I would say that you need them now." Rosa shook her head, and went to the kitchen.

Levon knew she was going to come back with two pills and a glass of water. He eyed the pills she offered warily knowing a full dose would probably knock him out. He took them anyway, figuring he'd be unable to talk Rosa into letting him just take one. Levon had a lot of experience at picking his battles, and he knew he'd lose if he fought with Rosa. [She's worse than Joe.]

Levon made a mental note to flush the remainder of the pills as soon as he could find a way to do it without getting caught. Joe would be pissed if he knew Levon had deliberately tossed them. He suspected Joe knew he would try to get rid of them. That was why he had put them in the kitchen and not left them in the bedroom where it would be easier for Levon to do away with them unobserved.

Rosa took her seat with a satisfied smile, and moved a knight for her opening gambit. Levon set aside the now empty glass, and focused on the game. He cast a quick glance at the clock, and figured they would probably have more than enough time to finish this game before Joe got back.

Even though he told Rosa he wasn't sure when they'd be home, he was fairly certain that Joe would not stay gone for too much longer. He gave Joe another hour, maybe an hour and a half. Levon was looking forward to having him back.

Joe closed his eyes, and laid his head back against the bench trying to recover his sense of equilibrium. He'd forgotten how dizzy riding a rollercoaster could make him feel. Not that he didn't enjoy it, but after riding it some ten times in a row, he was smart enough to know that he shouldn't push it any further, or he'd be tossing his lunch. Maria, on the other hand, had been more than ready to ride it again. He had waved her and Carlo off, telling them to get in line, and he'd join up with them at the end of the ride.

He better understood why Aunt Rosa still referred to them as children. [Man... never would have thought a few years could make such a difference.] Joe could almost hear Levon's voice in his head pointing out, with a smile, that ten years was more than just a few. Maria was barely twenty-three years old. Somehow, Joe had never been conscious of the difference in their respective ages when he lived in Chicago. He never had any trouble keeping up with her or even out doing her then.

With a fierce determination he decided he would not let today make him feel old. Levon was older than he was by a few years, and he knew his lover would have ridden the damn roller coaster another time. [Hell, Levon would never have gotten off the damn thing. No... it would have been the free fall ride that he likes so much.] Joe shuddered thinking about that particular ride. Falling six stories had never been his idea of a good time. He had never been able to figure out what it was about that particular ride Levon liked so much, but it was definitely his favorite. With a quiet sigh, Joe decided that knowing his limit was a sign of maturity, and he resolutely ignored the voice in his head that said, "Yeah, right."

He'd had a surprising amount of fun today. He hadn't expected to. He'd expected to spend the day worrying about his partner, but somehow, just knowing Aunt Rosa was keeping an eye on him had eased that concern considerably. Joe smirked thinking about Levon spending the day with Rosa.

[Couldn't have asked for a better nursemaid. He won't get away with anything. Damn good thing too. And those pills better still be there when I get back. I'll kill him if he managed to dump them while I was gone. Told Aunt Rosa not to let him know where they were.]

The day had proved to be a real eye opener in more ways than one. Joe had been astonished to find that he and Carlo actually had a few things in common. He had been prepared to tolerate his presence for Maria's sake, but found that he actually enjoyed spending the day with both of them.

Joe shook his head. He still wasn't sure if he really liked Carlo or not, but at least he didn't hate him. [Still think he's a bit of an ass about some things. But hell, Carlo is only a year older than Maria. Still just a kid really.]

Joe stood up, and casually walked over to where the passengers would be exiting from the roller coaster. Maria and Carlo were in the first seat. Joe shook his head. They were laughing like little kids and if he were to guess they were talking about riding it again.

He waited for them by the gate. "It's time to head home." He hoped a preemptive strike would avoid any argument.

"Oh c'mon, Joey. Just once more?"

Joe rolled his eyes. "No."

Maria's lower lip protruded slightly.

"And don't even start with that." Joe schooled his features to look stern. "That look didn't work when you were six, and it isn't going to work now."

Maria glared at him. "Party pooper."

"Uh-hunh." Joe grinned at her. "Tell you what? I let you explain to Aunt Rosa why we're late for dinner and we can stay as long as you like."

Maria sighed. "That's just mean, Joey."

Joe laughed. He knew she wouldn't take his offer. No one in the family was ever late for dinner if they could help it. There was hell to pay if they were. It was a LaFiamma family tradition for dinner to be family time. Everyone was to be seated at the table, ready to say grace or you had better have a good excuse for missing it. And as far as Aunt Rosa was concerned the only thing that qualified as a good excuse was something on the order of a natural disaster of biblical proportions.

In less than ten minutes they were safely tucked in the Jimmy and headed for the ranch. Half an hour later Joe glanced in the rear view mirror and smiled. Maria was slowly listing to one side. It was reassuring to know that no matter how much she might have grown up, she still tended to fall asleep on the way home. Joe had expected her to, and it was the reason he'd suggested Carlo ride up front.

"Hey, Sprite?" He called softly.

"Yeah?" Her response was barely loud enough for him to hear, and she didn't bother to open her eyes.

"Why don't you lay down back there? You'll be more comfortable."

Maria nodded. She kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the seat. Being so short, the bench seat easily accommodated her in a way it never would someone Joe's height. Carlo turned around, and covered her with the blanket Levon kept, thrown over the back of the seat.

He smiled at Joe when he settled back in his seat. "She played hard today."

Joe chuckled. "Sort of figured she would."

Carlo nodded. "This was a good idea." He tipped his head slightly. "Thank you."

Joe nodded. He drove in silence for several minutes, not sure just what to say to Carlo. [If Levon were here he'd get a kick out of this. Me... at a loss for words. Bet he'd mark his calendar.]

Carlo glanced over at Joe. "You don't like me. Do you?" He asked quietly.

"I don't really know you well enough to really make that call." Joe hedged, not sure if he should be totally honest. He also kept his voice low so as not to disturb Maria.

Carlo snorted. "You make a living in a profession that requires split second judgment calls." Carlo turned to look directly at Joe. "I'd appreciate it if you would just be honest."

"Okay." Joe took a deep breath. "It's not you that I don't like." [Not exactly a lie there. I mean he's a likeable enough guy, except for his fucked up views on same sex relationships.] "It's really more about what you do for a living."

"Is that a professional or personal dislike?"

Joe pursed his lips, understanding how Carlo might see where it was his being a cop that made the difference. "Both."

Carlo frowned, clearly confused. "I don't see how that can be an issue. I mean your whole family is involved in what I do."

"Not the whole family, Carlo." Joe was quick to point out. "Have you ever told Maria just what it is that you do for Uncle Mikey?"

Carlo shook his head. "No. She wouldn't understand."

Joe glanced over at Carlo, his eyes pinning the younger man for just a moment before returning to the road. "Why not? I mean, she's a member of the family, right? You expect me to understand it, so why wouldn't she?"

"Women never understand these things."

Joe snorted. He had learned a long time ago that the "fairer sex" was more than a match for men intellectually. And they were often capable of far greater ruthlessness. He knew it wasn't a matter of Maria understanding as much as it was a matter of her approving. Joe knew Carlo knew that as well.

Carlo sighed. "I did tell her that I didn't want to work for Mikey forever."

Joe raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"Maria was all for me doing something different. She doesn't really like the idea of me working for Mikey. Thinks it's too dangerous. Thinks I could end up getting killed or spending my life behind bars."

[Well, she isn't wrong about that. Between the feds and the locals the Mob has taken quite a few hits in the last few years. Hasn't kept people from just disappearing if they know too much, or are in the wrong place at the wrong time. At least not yet. I would really hate for Maria to end up a widow, or spend her life making conjugal visits. Not exactly the life I'd want for my baby sister.]

"How did you get involved with Uncle Mikey in the first place?" Joe had wanted to ask that question ever since he'd talk to Christina about the man Maria was marrying.

"My cousin, Sam, is a bookie. I needed a job one summer, and I started working for him." Carlo shrugged and turned to stare out the window. "Was just small time stuff, you know? Running errands and answering the phone, that sort of thing."

Carlo rubbed on hand over his face. "Then one day, I get a chance to meet the big man. Michael LaFiamma. I doubt he even remembers meeting me then. I was just sixteen, and Sam asked me to set up the room for a meeting. Mikey shows up with a few bodyguards, and he had this... air about him. Couldn't take my eyes off him. Knew right then that Sam was really small time by comparison. Was no mistaking who was in charge of that meeting."

Joe nodded. He was familiar with how Uncle Mikey could command attention just by breathing. Joe had seen it himself enough to know first hand what it was like. There was no doubt in anyone's mind when meeting Michael LaFiamma that he was not someone to be trifled with. [Hell, most of the family all but bows when he walks into the room.]

Carlo shrugged, and shot a wry look at Joe. "I guess I wanted to be that, ya know? Have people just automatically call you sir. Have total strangers say excuse me even when you were the one at fault. Be able to walk anywhere and know that you could do anything you wanted and no one would tell you no."

Joe sighed. He could understand the attraction. He'd grown up with it, not understanding until later that it wasn't always respect, but fear, that made people react the way they did. And he found out quickly that fear was often justified. "There's a price for that."

Carlo chuckled sadly. "So, I'm beginning to realize. The requirements of being a part of that inner circle aren't quite what I expected." He looked quizzically at Joe. "You know... you're not what I expected either."

Joe glanced over at Carlo. "Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"

"I'm not sure."

"Might help if you told me what you were expecting." Joe offered.

Carlo pursed his lips, and his fingers fiddled nervously with something in his pocket. "I was expecting someone... more like... well like Vinnie. Almost everyone in Maria's family says you two are a lot alike. But to be honest, I just don't see it."

Joe considered that for a moment. Vinnie was Joe and Maria's youngest uncle, the baby of previous generation. Vinnie was only eight years older than Joe, and sometimes seemed more like a brother than an uncle.

Joe could see where Carlo might have expected him to be a bit like his uncle. They looked a lot alike, and were often mistaken for brothers when they were younger. He and Vinnie did share a lot of character traits. They had a similar sense of humor, the same taste in clothes, the same passion for fast cars. Vinnie was the one to suggest the Cobra to Joe when he was car shopping years ago. He hadn't had to work too hard to sell Joe on it.

But on some fundamental levels, their basic personalities, their outlook on life, the way they related to people, the value they placed on relationships, Joe and Vinnie were totally different. Vinnie was Uncle Mikey's right hand, a made man, having worked for his older brother almost from the time he learned to drive. He took the easy route deciding not to buck with tradition. Whereas Joe chose to push himself, and accept the challenge of finding his own way. And there was an edge to Vinnie, a coldness about him, that Joe wasn't really aware of until he was old enough to head off to college. And once he started school, Joe became even more aware of the differences between them.

"You're not the only one to think that Vinnie and I aren't all that much alike. Aunt Rosa never thought we were."

Carlo sighed heavily. "She doesn't like me either."

Joe couldn't really refute that statement. He suddenly understood why his partner let silence speak for him so often. There were times when nothing else really worked as well.

"What would you do if you didn't work for Uncle Mikey?"

Carlo shrugged. "I'm not really sure."

"Given it a lot of thought, then, have you?" Carlo glared at Joe, but Joe wasn't fazed. He'd gotten harsher looks before, and probably would again. "Look, if you're serious about getting out, then do it. Don't just try and sell that song and dance. You don't have to be honest with me. But you sure as hell have to be honest with Maria. If you just told her you wanted out to pacify her, you made a huge mistake."

"I didn't just tell her that!" Carlo hissed. "I meant it." He glanced behind him, checking to see if Maria had been disturbed by his outburst. She was still sleeping soundly. "It isn't that easy. You know that."

"Yeah, I do." [Believe me. I do.] Joe shook his head. "I also know if you wanted to quit, Uncle Mikey would let you."

Carlo snorted. "Maybe. Could be he might think I know too much to be allowed to walk away." Carlo's eyes were bleak when he looked at Joe. "I know where bodies are buried. And I don't mean that metaphorically."

"Thought you might." Joe sighed. Uncle Mikey, and even Vinnie, had always been careful to keep him from knowing too much. They did that with all of his siblings, and even their own children. It was safer that way. But Carlo was a working member of the business, not just family. He was bound to know things, and Joe knew all too well how difficult having that knowledge could make his decision to leave. He'd only barely escaped that fate himself. But Uncle Mikey had stood by his decision to make a life for himself.

"Would you use that knowledge?"

Carlo shook his head. "Hell, no. I'm not that stupid. Besides, I do owe Mikey a measure of loyalty. I'm not looking to get out by making a name for myself as someone who took down the LaFiamma Family."

"Does Uncle Mikey trust you to keep your word?"

"I like to think so."

"Then tell him you want out. Tell him why. And promise to keep your mouth shut."

Carlo chuckled. "That simple?"

Joe took a breath, and smiled. He could hear Levon saying, 'K...I...S....S. Keep it simple, stupid. Life only has to be as complicated as you choose to make it.' [Words to live by.] "Yeah, well, sometimes it really is just that easy."

"What about the rest of them?"

"They do what Uncle Mikey tells them to. It's why he's the boss. He tells them to leave you alone, and let it go, then they will."

"I'll think about it."

Joe nodded. He knew this was not a decision to be made lightly, and he really hoped Carlo made the right one. He did find it reassuring to know that Carlo had at least thought about getting out. His assessment of the younger man went up a peg or two. Joe didn't want Maria to end up mourning the fate of her husband the way Aunt Rosa had. And he really didn't want any more of his siblings involved in the family business, even secondarily. The rest of the trip was made in silence.

Pulling into the ranch, Joe breathed a silent sigh of relief. It would be good to see Levon. Even though he was sure Rosa would have kept an eye on Levon, that didn't necessarily mean Levon had done what he was supposed to. [Hell, I'm with him almost every day and that doesn't keep him out of trouble.]

Carlo was already waking up Maria, and Joe left him to it. The look he got from Carlo let him know that he'd like a few minutes alone with his wife. So he simply got out of the Jimmy, with a nod to Carlo, and headed for the house.

He stepped inside the door, expecting to hear Rosa and Levon talking, or have Levon greet him at the door. The only sound he could hear was the radio quietly playing in the kitchen. He could smell something cooking, but he was instantly wary when he didn't hear anyone.

Joe's sense went on high alert, and he was reaching for his gun, when from down the hall Rosa stepped out of the bedroom. He started down the hall toward her. She had her finger to her lips, urging him to be quiet. "Levon is sleeping." She whispered.

"He's okay?" Joe asked, immediately concerned.

"Yes, Joseph. He's fine." Rosa smiled gently, reassuring him. "I managed to get him to take his pills about an hour ago. I convinced him to lay down a little while after that."

"Those pills have a kick to them." Joe commented, remembering what Levon had said the night before.

"Indeed." Rosa nodded. "I can see why he was so reluctant to take them. But I think a little rest will do him good."

Joe would have headed for the bedroom to check on Levon himself, but Rosa stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Let him sleep, Joseph. You can wake him when we are ready to eat."

She steered him toward the kitchen. "Where are Carlo and Rosa?"

"Outside. Figured they could use a minute or two for themselves."

Rosa cocked head, considering that, but didn't ask why. "I wasn't sure you would make it in time for dinner."

Joe looked at her, stunned. "You know we wouldn't miss dinner."

Rosa smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I know you would not mean to. I seem to remember you and your sister getting carried away once or twice before and losing all track of time."

Joe rolled his eyes. "It was only once. And we learned our lesson." [Man did we ever. Thought I was lucky to get away with my head still on my shoulders.]

Carlo and Maria entered several minutes later. From the look on Maria's face Joe guessed they might have been discussing a seriously weighty subject. However, Maria smiled, and immediately launched into telling Rosa about their day. Rosa listened and laughed in all the right places, but Joe knew she would be cornering Maria the first chance she got to find out what, if anything was wrong.

Rosa checked on dinner while Maria talked. She directed Carlo to set the table, while she and Maria took care of the finishing touches. She smiled at Joe and sent him down the hall to wake Levon.

Joe slipped quietly down the hall. He stepped into the bedroom, and made sure to securely close the door behind him. Joe didn't want to be interrupted or surprised, especially when this was the first chance he would have to spend some time, albeit limited, with his lover. [Don't need anyone else walking in on us. We've done that enough times already.]

Joe smiled as he studied Levon. Levon was lying on his back, atop the blankets, sleeping soundly. His breathing was deep and even, his whole body totally relaxed. Knowing that his lover had gone most of the day without taking his painkillers, Joe found it reassuring that he couldn't see any obvious signs of pain or distress. He was grateful that Rosa had taken such good care of the other half of his soul, and made a mental note to thank her later.

The fading light of the setting sun played over Levon's features, lovingly caressing his face, and highlighting his blond hair. Joe had long ago come to the conclusion that the sun simply loved Levon. [He always seems to be bathed in light. Even on a cloudy day, the man just glows.] Joe absently wondered if Levon only seemed to glow around him.

[Aunt Rosa said I lit up around him and when I talk about him. Maybe it works both ways. Kind of hope so. Would be nice if we had that in common.]

Joe stepped forward, and leaned down to run his fingers through Levon's hair, brushing a stray curl off his forehead. His other hand tenderly cupped Levon's face, thumb gently caressing the cheekbone it rested on. Levon sighed softly, and whispered Joe's name. Joe sat down gently on the edge of the bed. He leaned in to place a kiss on Levon's lips.

The kiss started out chaste, a warm hello after spending the day apart was what Joe had intended. But it wasn't long before Levon's lips parted under his, and Joe's tongue slid easily into that familiar, well-loved grotto. He reveled in the simple pleasure of being able to taste his lover, drinking in the flavor the way he would a fine wine. [Man always tastes so good.]

After a moment, Joe pulled back, unwilling to go further with his family just down the hall, and Levon's recent injuries. [Better stop this now or I won't be able to later.] Joe smiled down into sleepy brown eyes that were beginning to darken with desire. "Hey there, Sleeping Beauty."

Levon gave him a disgusted look. "Ain't no beauty." His voice was hoarse whisper, roughened from sleep and passion. Joe shivered slightly hearing it. That voice got to him every time.

"I'll be the judge of that." Joe gently caressed Levon's jaw line, letting a finger ghost down his throat until he could feel Levon's pulse beating strongly. [You are beautiful, Cowboy. Very beautiful.] "Have a good nap?"

"Didn't wanna nap, but Rosa made me take those damn pills."

Joe couldn't help it when his smile widened at that. [Sounds like a disgruntled child. Bet she didn't let him out to play either. Wonder if he'll eat his vegetables.]

"You feel like getting up or do you want to sleep some more?"

Levon sighed. "You gonna stay with me?" His eyes made a blatant invitation, leering suggestively at Joe.

"Wish I could, Cowboy. But Maria, Carlo and Aunt Rosa are in the kitchen. They are setting the table for dinner as we speak."

"Damn." The curse was said without any real heat, but Joe could readily appreciate the sentiment. He wouldn't mind just curling up next to Levon and settling in for a good long time.

"We'll have time after they leave."

"Promise?"

Joe nodded. "You have my word on it."

"Good." Levon rubbed a hand over his face. "Help me up, will ya?"

Joe felt a twinge of concern, and something must have shown on his face. Levon patted his arm. "Ain't nothin' wrong, Joe. I'm jus' stiff. Don't think I moved after I laid down."

Levon glared at Joe. "Hate takin' those pills. I'm not takin' any more o' 'em. Rather just hurt than feel so... disconnected."

Joe silently promised that Levon would take them if needed, he'd make damn sure of that, but he wisely chose not to say anything aloud. He just offered a hand to Levon and helped him to his feet. He quickly realized Levon hadn't been lying about being stiff. Normally when he offered a hand to his partner it was little more than a courtesy, not really necessary. This time Levon genuinely needed his help to get to his feet.

Levon ignored Joe's efforts to steady him on his feet, and slid between Joe's arms to lean against his chest. Joe's arms automatically curled around his partner in a hug. Levon sighed deeply and wrapped his arms around Joe. He rested his head on Joe's shoulder.

"That's better." Joe heard Levon whisper. Joe had to agree. Unfortunately, it didn't get them any closer to the kitchen, and his waiting family.

Joe rubbed his cheek against Levon's hair, enjoying the feel of silken curls against his skin. "Come on, Cowboy. Dinner is waiting."

"Yeah, yeah." Levon sighed, and pulled away with obvious reluctance. "What are we havin'?"

"From the smell, I'd guess lasagna."

Levon stepped back, his lips quirked upward in a half smile. "Gonna be as good as yours?"

Joe smiled. "Probably better."

"Okay." Levon moved slowly toward the door. Joe noted that his limp was less pronounced, but he wasn't sure if that was because Levon was feeling better or if it was a lingering side affect of the pain pills he'd taken earlier. He stayed close to Levon just in case he needed help.

"Yer hovering, Joe." Levon commented dryly, before giving him a sly look as they made their way down the hall. "Jus' cause I needed ya to get out o' bed don't mean I'm gonna fall on my ass."

Joe shrugged. He knew he was being a bit protective but didn't really care. "Aunt Rosa would be very upset if anything happened to you." He made a put upon face, thrusting out his low lip and letting it quiver. "She'd yell at me if I let you fall."

Levon chuckled. "Can't have that now, can we?"

"No, we can't." Joe grinned. "Besides being close to you has other advantages." Joe let his hand slide down Levon's back, coming to rest on the curve of his ass. He stroked once before patting Levon and dropping his hand. Levon shook his head, and wagged a finger at Joe in a silent warning, but he was smiling.

Once in the kitchen, they took the same seats they had the previous night. Joe was vastly relieved that conversation stayed light, with none of last night's tension. Levon and Maria cheerfully argued about the merits of their favorite rides at the park. Carlo occasionally added his input to the debate, as did Joe, although neither of them was as passionate about it as either Maria or Levon.

Joe was glad to hear that Rosa had managed to keep Levon in line while he was gone. He had been momentarily concerned when she mentioned riding, thinking Levon might have felt honor bound to saddle Fooler for her. Walking to the barn, even though it wasn't far, was definitely against Dr. Marsh's instructions. And lifting a heavy, western saddle with a broken arm and cracked ribs was not a good idea. Rosa was quick to let him know Grady had been by to help out.

Once the events of the day had been talked about, conversation naturally flowed toward what they would be doing tomorrow. Joe found himself wanting to opt for something sedate, but waited to see what the others would suggest. [So far we'd tackled the art museum, racing stock cars, Levon getting hurt, wine tours for Maria and Carlo, and last, but not least, Six Flags.]

"I want to do a little shopping while we're here. See if Houston has anything I can't get in Chicago." Maria offered.

"Joseph, would it be possible to see where you work?" Rosa asked.

"Sure." Joe shrugged on shoulder. He had no problem with taking them to the station and introducing them. He was secretly pleased that she wanted to. Her support of his chosen profession meant a great deal to Joe. [Probably wouldn't hurt to check in too. Make sure nothing is going on that either Levon or I need to know about.]

"Perhaps we could visit there first, and shop afterwards?" Rosa offered, looking at Maria. "I doubt many of the shops will open much before ten o'clock anyway."

"That's fine with me. Carlo?"

"I'm on vacation, Love. I'm fine with whatever you want to do." Carlo smiled, and brought one of her hands to his lips to place a kiss on the back.

"I'll just meet you at the hotel around..." Joe paused. "What do you say to just having brunch? Say around ten? We could head out from there afterwards." A later start would give him time to spend with Levon. Something he wanted to do for more than one reason.

Maria nodded. "Oh that should be alright." She smiled broadly. "Carlo isn't any more of a morning person than you are Joey." Carlo just shrugged, but didn't deny it.

"That would be fine, Joseph." Rosa smiled warmly. "Now, why don't you and Carlo see to the dishes." When Levon would have risen to help, Rosa stopped him with a hand on his arm and a shake of her head.

Levon sighed. "Yer spoilin' me, Rosa."

Rosa lifted one shoulder in a move too graceful to be just a shrug. "Everyone deserves to be spoiled now and again. Just sit still and enjoy it while it lasts."

Maria, Carlo and Rosa left soon after, saying their goodbyes. If either Maria or Carlo thought it odd that Joe gave every appearance of spending another night at the ranch, with Levon, neither one said anything. Joe decided not to question that acceptance, but to just take it at face value.

After making sure the door was locked he made his way back to where Levon was still seated at the kitchen table. Joe pulled two bottles of water from the fridge before he sat down, offering one to Levon. Levon grimaced as he took the bottle.

"Rather have a beer."

"I know, but this is better for you."

Joe sat for a moment and just enjoyed the feeling of being at the table with his lover. They routinely caught up with each other at the dinner table, using the time to decompress from the office, and reconnect on a personal level. It was something they hadn't been able to do the past few days, and Joe missed it.

"You have a good time today?" Levon asked, sipping at his water.

Joe smiled. "You couldn't tell from what I said earlier?"

Levon shrugged. "Jus' checkin'."

Joe chuckled. "Yes, I did. And learned a bit about Carlo on the way home."

"Really? Do tell."

Joe went into detail about the conversation he had with his brother-in-law about how he'd gotten hooked up with Mikey and his desire to do something else that didn't involve organized crime. Levon listened intently, head cocked, expression thoughtful. "You think he was serious about leaving your uncle's business?"

"I hope so."

"Would Mikey really just let him leave?"

"Carlo wouldn't be the first one to have voluntarily left with no negative consequences. I can't see Uncle Mikey trying to force him to stay, and if Carlo can be trusted to keep his mouth shut, then it should be easy enough."

"Fair enough." Levon smiled slightly. "So... you still plannin' on eatin' dinner at Andre's tomorrow?"

Joe took a deep breath and nodded. "So far that is still the plan." In another two days his family would be heading home, and Joe was still in the dark as to how Maria would feel about his relationship with Levon. Levon had been right when he said hanging in limbo simply wasn't an option for Joe any more.

"I've thought about just telling her out right about us and letting the chips fall where they may."

Levon raised an eyebrow. "But?"

Joe shrugged. "But I haven't made up my mind yet." He raised both hands at though balancing an imaginary scale. "Still weighing the pros and cons."

Levon nodded his head in understanding. "Big decision. Some high stakes.... one hand you get to share with her, on the other you lose her." Levon frowned slightly. "You don't have to, ya know? Could just leave it be. Rosa's okay with us... and that's more than you did have. Don't have to push it if you don't wanna."

"I know." Joe smiled warmly at his lover. "I want to."

Levon nodded. "Okay. Let me know how you wanna play this out, and I'll back ya all the way."

"Thanks, Cowboy." [If I was ever in need of a reason to love this man, then I just got it.]

"Wanna tell me why yer meetin' them so late tomorrow?" Sharp brown eyes watched him closely.

"I'm not a morning person."

Levon snorted. "That hasn't stopped you from startin' the day early before."

Joe sighed. His fingers fidgeted with the label on his bottle of water. "I wanted the chance to spend some time with you."

Levon made a go on motion with his left hand. "And?"

"You don't think that would be enough?" Joe raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, I know it's enough. Know it ain't all of it either."

Joe grimaced. [Trust him not to miss a trick.] "You'll be on your own tomorrow."

"Ah." Levon sat back. "You wanna keep an eye on me."

Joe reluctantly nodded, not wanting to upset his lover, but not willing to lie either. "I know you can take care of yourself, but it's only been a little while ago that you were in the hospital. And there won't be anyone here to..."

Levon held up his hand, stopping Joe. "Grady will be by tomorrow. Won't be on my own. Leastwise not all day. An' if I need anythin' there are at least a dozen people who would be willin' ta help out that aren't any further away than a phone call."

Levon smiled warmly, and reached across the table to take Joe's hand. "Course, none of them are as good company as you are, or quite as much fun ta be with, but I can make do without you for a little while."

Levon's long, graceful fingers caressed the palm of Joe's hand. "Don't want you miss out on time with yer family. They aren't gonna be here too much longer. An' I'll be here when they're gone."

Joe brought Levon's hand to his lips, and kissed his knuckles. "You almost weren't, Cowboy." Joe whispered. He hadn't forgotten how he felt when Joanne told him how fast the car had been going when it struck Levon. For just a moment he had been certain that Levon would never be here for him again. He came very close to losing it then, and probably would have if it hadn't been for Rosa.

Levon pulled his hand away, and got up from the table. He circled around to Joe's seat, and sat in Joe's lap. Joe's arms automatically encircled his lover, pulling him closer. Levon laid his head on Joe's shoulder.

"It's okay. I'm okay."

Joe sighed, and breathed in Levon's unique fragrance. He was comforted by the warm, solid weight in his lap, and the feel of Levon's hand on his neck. "I know. I know."

"Okay. Since ya know that, why aren't ya leavin' early tomorrow?"

Joe smiled wryly. "I've gone shopping with Maria before. It's an exhausting undertaking. Would be best if all of us were well rested."

Levon chuckled. "She worse than you? Find that hard ta believe."

"Watch it." Joe slapped Levon lightly on the ass. Levon wasn't really the shopping type. He was more the sort to have something specific in mind, go get it, and leave. Joe preferred to browse and search, enjoying the time spent looking almost more than the actual purchase. Needless to say that after one shopping trip together, they had never gone together again afterwards.

"To be honest, I don't think we'll be spending that much time at the office. Won't take more than an hour to show them around, do the meet and greet stuff. So there isn't any reason to start the day early. And even if you were completely healthy, I would still want to spend time with you." Joe dropped a kiss in Levon's hair. "Especially if you were completely healthy."

Levon snuggled in closer evidently satisfied with Joe's reasons. "Wanna go ta bed an' you can show me?"

Joe hesitated. "Are you sure?" The last time Levon had been hurt this badly, Joe had adamantly refused to participate in their usual love making for fear of Levon more pain. A month of abstinence had been difficult for both of them.

Levon pulled away just enough to make eye contact. "Long as we go slow, don't see why not." He grinned. "Might have ta try doin' things a little different is all."

"Oh what a hardship that would be." Joe laughed lightly. He had always enjoyed it when they experimented. [Wouldn't hurt to find another, gentle way to love him. No, it won't hurt at all.]

Part 5