Bull left his house, crossing his deck filled with flowering plants. She hoped to do the same for Gabe’s place.

If she was here. She bit her lip as Gabe walked out, carrying a couple of beers.

It’d been a nice Sunday. She and the men spent the morning together doing outside chores before enjoying a mid-afternoon barbecue. After cleaning up, Gabe decided he needed a beer before facing the town meeting tonight. His brothers had laughed and agreed to hang out in the gazebo.

Audrey wished for a few shots of tequila rather than beer.

She and Gabe had kept quiet about her decision to stay until they could all be together. She’d thought it would happen on the Fourth of July last Wednesday, but that hadn’t worked. The roadhouse had been open. Caz’d been called to the health clinic to deal with some scorched fingers for two young men who’d mixed alcohol and fireworks.

Not that there had been many fireworks. When the sun pretty much didn’t set this time of year, what would be the point?

Today, everyone was home. She rubbed her damp palms on her thighs.

As Gabe settled next to her and handed her a beer, Bull dropped into a chair across from them.

Caz sat down, and his smile disappeared. “What’s the matter, chiquita?”

“Um…” She glanced at Gabe.

His concerned look disappeared, and understanding filled his gaze. Wrapping his hand around her nape, he pressed his forehead against hers. “You, Goldilocks, worry too much,” he whispered.

No, no, she didn’t. His brothers might like her, but there was a big difference between being an occasional overnight visitor and a real, live-in lover. At least, that was the impression she’d gotten from listening to her colleagues chatting.

“Okay, sweetheart, let’s get this out of the way.” Gabe put his arm around her. “My bros, she’s terrified you’ll be unhappy that I fell in love with her and plan to keep her.”

The silence lasted and lasted…

Caz jumped up and pulled her from the chair, and she realized it had only been a second. “Eso es excelente!” He hugged her and kissed her cheek. “The viejo is a lucky guy.”

Bull took her and squeezed the air right out of her lungs. “I can’t think of anyone more perfect for him.”

Smiling, Gabe drew her back down and put his arm over her shoulders. “See, Goldie?”

Oh God, she was going to cry. She buried her face against his neck until she got control.

As she took a shuddering breath, he just chuckled. “Better?”

Surreptitiously trying to wipe tears from her eyes, she sat up. Seeing his brothers’ pleased grins almost had her crying again.

“She’s moving in, right?” Bull asked Gabe.