Edge was an inch taller, with a lean, hard-muscled build. He had even darker hair than Gage, and the same blue eyes, but there was a watchfulness in them that set him apart from other men. Edge was Army Special Forces, a subject he rarely discussed.

The brothers’ presence had been Kade’s wedding gift from Ellie—best gift ever. They had shown up three days ago.

“Ellie called me,” Gage had said when they walked into the house. “I was in Mexico. Your lady tracked me down—God knows how—told me she wasn’t going to marry you unless I showed up. And I was to bring Edge with me. She said it was time we started acting like brothers again.”

He’d had a helluva time talking with a lump in his throat the size of an egg, which seem to be affecting all three of them. Kade couldn’t think of anything that pleased him more than seeing the family he had let slip away. He’d vowed then and there he wouldn’t let it happen again.

The sounds of the band playing returned his attention to the moment.

“You two make a good-looking couple,” Gage drawled, taking a drink of whiskey.

“Ellie’s beautiful,” Kade said, his gaze finding her at a table with Zoe a few feet away. “Inside and out.”

“You must really love her,” Edge said. “I’ve never seen you look at a woman the way you look at her.”

Gage sipped his drink. “Not even the beautiful-but-deceitful Heather.”

Only Gage would be bold enough to mention her, but Kade just shook his head. “Not even the same species.”

“I didn’t think so,” Gage agreed, and Gage knew plenty of women.

“I’m really glad you both came,” Kade said. “I should have called you years ago, done my best to mend fences.”

“Ellie did it for you,” Edge said. “And you’re right. It was way past time for all of us.”

“I knew I was going to like her when she called and demanded we show up,” Gage said. “I admire a woman with the courage of her convictions.”

Kade laughed softly. “Oh, yeah, my bride is no wilting lily, that’s for sure.” He reached for the glass of whiskey the bartender poured for him. “She probably saved my life that night in the mine.” Gage and Edge both exchanged glances. They knew about Richard Egan, knew how close Kade and Ellie had come to dying that night.

Egan was dead, crushed as he’d tried to escape through an old back tunnel, his body only partially recovered. God’s justice was harsh but well-deserved.

“You heading back to Mexico after the wedding?” Kade asked Gage.

“I’m finished down there. I’ve got a possible client. A woman. Says she inherited a map from her grandfather. Wants me to help her find the treasure.”

“You think it’s real?”