Abby sat across from Gage at breakfast the following morning. Like the rest of the apartment, the kitchen was flooded with sunlight. White cabinets hung above caramel granite countertops, and a leafy philodendron on an ornate plant stand stood in the corner. A round antique table and chairs sat in front of tall paned windows.

They were both sipping coffee, getting ready to go over the list she’d made last night, when the doorbell buzzed downstairs.

Gage rose and hit the intercom button.

“It’s Kade. I had business in the city. I was hoping you’d spring for a cup of coffee.”

Gage smiled. “Come on up.” He rose from his chair. “My brother,” he said to her.

“The rancher or the soldier?”

“The rancher. But you won’t need your gun, I promise. He’s even more harmless than I am.”

Abby bit back a smile as Gage walked over and buzzed the downstairs door open. Dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt that showed off a pair of spectacular biceps, his dark hair still damp from the shower and curling at the nape of his neck, the man looked like sin personified. Harmless wasn’t the word she would use for Gage Logan.

Nor for his equally handsome brother, when the two men walked back into the kitchen.

“Kade, this is Abby. We’re partnering for an upcoming expedition.”

Kade smiled at Abby. He was almost as tall as Gage, with a lean, V-shaped body beneath a white western shirt closed by a row of pearl snaps.

“Good to meet you,” Kade said. “My brother’s been needing something to do. That caged-animal look in his eyes has been getting worse by the day.”

“I promise he’ll be breathing fresh country air very soon,” Abby said.

Kade smiled. Taking off his dark brown Stetson, he smoothed the creases from his golden brown hair. “Ellie sends her love,” he said to Gage.

“His beautiful bride,” Gage explained. “How is she?”

“Feisty as ever.”

“No surprise there. What about Edge? Have you seen him lately?”

“He came out to the ranch, rode up in the hills for a couple of days. He’s decided to go to work for Nighthawk Security. At least for a while. I think he’s gonna be okay.”

“He’s always been a step ahead of us. He’ll be fine.”

Kade walked over and poured himself a cup of coffee. For the first time, it seemed to dawn on him that it was very early and Abby was sitting at Gage’s breakfast table. At least she was dressed and not still wearing her robe.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt,” Kade said, sipping his coffee as he eyed his brother, clearly intrigued.