It was one thing to believe Audrey wanted him in her life as a lover and partner, and quite another to actually hear her say the words. The warmth in his chest expanded until he thought he might explode. He pulled her head down for another deep kiss. When he released her, he whispered, “I’m going to do everything in my power to make you as happy as being with you makes me.”

She stroked his cheek. “You already do.”

He rolled to his right side, moving her with him so they remained chest to chest. “Not even close.” He kissed her neck, taking a deep breath and breathing in her scent.

It was probably wrong to feel this much joy right now, but he’d promised Chris—and himself—he would savor this break with Audrey.

Chris had told him about Pam’s affair and their pending divorce. He’d admitted that deep down, he knew part of the reason she’d found a lover and wanted out was because he’d cut himself off after the way things went down in Belarus. It didn’t excuse her actions, but it was there, a crack in the foundation.

He told Xavier not to make the same mistake, reminding him he had a right to live and love and find happiness, even now. Especially now.

Chris, more than anyone, understood and felt the same guilt that hounded Xavier. Three dead in Belarus including the hostage. Three dead at Lake Olympus.

Of course, Chris hadn’t been part of the planning, and his teammates had died before any of the SEALs even knew the forest was filled with mercenaries, but Xavier knew the guilt clung to him just the same.

Especially because the targeting of the exercise was connected to Belarus. Revenge for the death of the hostage, paid for by the girl’s oligarch father.

But right now, he had Audrey in his arms, and she’d just told him she loved him. He’d enjoy this feeling and keep his heart open when he was with Audrey.

“How long can you stay?” she asked.

“Two days. Then I need to go to Coronado. Among other things, there’s going to be a service for the three fallen SEALs. You’re invited, but it’s the same day as Jeb’s service.”

“Oh, damn. That’s a tough one. But I need to be here for Jeb. George is going to give the eulogy.” She stroked his cheek again. “I’m sorry. I wish I could be there for you.”

“I understand. Your community here needs you, and mine will need me there. It’s the right choice for both of us.”

She nodded.