She began to laugh. “I think you’ve been sniffing the Viagra or something.”

“I don’t need Viagra; I have you.” He nibbled his way down her neck. Yes, her breasts really were the perfect size for his hands.

She leaned into him, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Gabe, do we have time to…”

“Hey, bro,” Bull yelled. “Bring us the taters.”

“Hell.” He pulled back and smiled down into her unfocused eyes. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal.

She blinked at him.

He grinned. “We’ll finish this discussion later. For now, can you carry out the tray while I get the potatoes?”

“Right. Yes. Of course.”

She picked up the tray and headed for the door, hitting the doorframe with her shoulder. He had to grin. She wanted him and still wasn’t sure how to deal with it.

In fact, she’d surprised him completely by suggesting a fling. He’d never seen anything cuter than when she’d slapped her hands over her mouth, appalled at what she’d said.

Even if he’d wanted to say no, her reaction had sealed the deal.

Tossing the hot potatoes into a basket, he grabbed a couple of beers and headed out to the patio.

Nothing tasted as good as meat from the grill, whether salmon, moose, or cow. And Gabe was pleased to see Audrey ate as heartily as everyone else.

When they’d finished eating, he gathered the scraps and showed her how to give the chickens the treats.

Unable to resist her open delight over the task, Gabe pulled her into a long kiss. Was there anything sexier than the way she concentrated on each new “adventure,” fully into each moment of time?

As they returned from the chicken yard, Bull and Caz had cleaned up the area and were heading across the lawn.

“Hey, you two,” Bull called as he swatted at a mosquito. “The breeze is gone. Time to move to protected ground.”

Grabbing their drinks, Gabe took Audrey’s hand and followed his brothers into the screened pavilion on the grassy lake bank.

“So, viejo, how was your day?” Caz asked.

Earlier, Audrey had told his brothers everything about Spyros. Then Caz and Bull had run through the highlights of their Tuesday.

Now, it was Gabe’s turn…because that was a Mako tradition. Growing up, each boy was required to give a summary of the day. The sarge had been devious that way. Hawk had been forced to use more than a couple of words. Caz had to speak in English.

Settling into a chair beside Audrey, Gabe told about the harassment of the two female tourists. “I didn’t recognize the men involved.”

He hadn’t met everyone in town, but he’d keep an eye out for this group now.

Bull stroked his goatee. “How were they dressed?”

“Country, not city. Jeans, boots—”

“T-shirts or button-downs?”