“Damn straight.” Gabe gave her hair a teasing tug. “She wouldn’t tell Dante he could have the cabin back until you guys knew. In case you disapproved.”

Bull’s serious gaze met hers. “Even if we hadn’t approved, Gabe wouldn’t have let you go, Audrey.”

“He’d have pounded on us until we saw it his way,” Caz said.

Joy filled her, streaming light through every cell.

Gabe tilted his beer toward his brothers. “It’s as if you could read my mind.”

“Bet Lillian was thrilled to hear she can keep her chick here,” Bull said.

“What makes you think Lillian already knows?” Gabe asked.

“Bro, seriously?” Bull shook his head. “A female will ferret out every detail before a guy even knows there’s a secret.”

At Gabe’s disbelieving look, Audrey said between giggles, “She did. And she’s pleased.” In fact, there’d been tears in Lillian’s eyes as she squeezed Audrey’s hands.

“Yep. Told you,” Bull said smugly.

Caz lifted his beer. “To the new member of the family.”

As the guys gave a rousing shout and clinked their bottles together, Audrey pressed her face against Gabe’s shoulder again.

She had friends.

She had a family.

And she had Gabe.

How much happiness could a heart hold?

Gabe’s hand covered hers, and she looked up. He was watching her…the way he did so often.

She gave him a smile and rubbed her cheek against his ever-so-hard biceps. Was it possible for love to keep growing? Sometimes it felt as if her heart would burst from her chest.

A ringing sound came from Gabe’s house.

“Oops, that’s my cell.” Audrey dashed across the grass, across the deck, and into the house.

Dennison’s name showed on the caller ID. Although she’d given him her number after Spyros was caught, this was the first time he’d used it.

“Hello.”

“This is Special Agent Dennison.”

“How are you doing?” She headed back outside. “Don’t you get weekends off?”

“Not this weekend. There’s trouble.” His voice was grim. “Several hours ago when Spyros was being transferred to a longer-term facility, a semi ran the prison transport vehicle off the road. A second team in an SUV shot up the guards and got Spyros free. He’s escaped, Audrey.”

“B-but…” Free? Spyros was free? Fear hit like a sledgehammer, and she stopped dead in the center of the lawn. Pushing back panic, she whispered, “The guards. Are they all right?”

There was a pause. “I’m afraid not. It was ugly…and it’s on every news-station. The semi deliberately plowed down pedestrians. Spyros’s men shot people—children—to force the guards to release Spyros from the prison van. It was a bloodbath, Audrey.”

Her knees started to buckle. Those people, those poor people. Her heart sent up a prayer for them. “And he got away.”