He turned her hand palm up and stroked his fingers over the snake coiled over her wrist. “I heard there was a mysterious donation of several million dollars toward rebuilding of the school.”

“Really?”

He leaned back and didn’t let go of her gaze. “It was you. I know it was you.”

“You have millions of dollars in the bank?” Ryan asked with an exaggerated stroke of his chin.

Yael snorted. “Not anymore.” She squeezed Shane’s hand before telling them everything. She didn’t want any more secrets. “It was from the life insurance policies I received when my parents were murdered. I never wanted that money but after what the insurance companies put me through, I took it. I put it in the bank but didn’t touch it. Until now.”

Shane leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “I think you’re amazing.”

“I think you’re pretty amazing yourself.” She side-eyed the audience, noting the happy smiles they all wore.

“Your house is all fixed up,” Shane said, pulling away reluctantly. “Or we can stay at my apartment when you are released.”

“Already?” She didn’t miss the implication that they were going to be staying together for the time being.

“Alex said one of his partners took over the logistics. Haley Cramer?”

“Haley fixed my house?”

“I bet it looks even better now than it did before.” Laura smiled tiredly. “Haley has exquisite taste.”

The guys helped them both transfer into the wheelchairs. Shane began pulling her personal items out of the bedside locker and putting them in her lap and then covered her up with an extra blanket. Will Griffin did the same for Laura.

“Are you ready to be wheeled out of here?” Shane asked.

“Are you sure I can’t walk?” Yael grumbled.

“That would be a negative,” said Shane.

“Nyeht.” Ryan.

“Non.” Kincaid.

“Nein.” Griffin.

“Nee.” Laura.

“That’s a ‘no’ then.” She laughed even as she mentally prepared for the onslaught of attention going through the hospital. Her incision still hurt but the painkillers were hardcore. She was going home and for the first time since her brother’s murderous spree fifteen years ago, she didn’t feel alone.

Shane pulled a ball cap over her hair and Ryan handed her a pair of aviators that almost didn’t stay on her nose. Then with a nod to the bodyguards they wheeled her out of the room, so fast her head spun.

Shane pushed the chair.

“You’re going too fast.” Yael laughed as they almost ran down the hallway.

“And here I was thinking we weren’t going fast enough.”

She caught his gaze and all the emotions she’d been feeling for the last week hit her.

“You going to put on the brakes again?” he asked, obviously not talking about the journey out of a side entrance of the hospital.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Good.”