Especially Gabe, Frankie knew. If I’d had to sit in this place, waiting for word about Bull? She shook her head. “You’re braver than I am, Audrey.”

Across the reception area, a clatter came from the stairs as several people descended. A state trooper, a gray-haired woman and two skinny, terrified children, followed by a man in a black suit. The trooper herded the woman and children toward the rear, while the man headed for the health clinic.

Beside Frankie, Bull inhaled sharply, then called, “Zachary Grayson, how the hell did you get here so quickly?” Taking Frankie’s hand, he crossed the room, pulling her with him at a pace too fast for comfort.

Cavolo, his legs were just too long. Normally, he didn’t forget that hers weren’t.

The man in the suit turned toward them. Tall and leanly muscular with silvering black hair and gray eyes, he held out a hand. “Bull, it’s good to see you.” His voice was rich and deep, almost compelling.

“And you. I didn’t expect you until tomorrow at the earliest.”

Laugh lines crinkled at the corners of the man’s eyes. “I have a friend with a jet.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Bull grinned. “Thank you for coming.”

“Indeed, how could I refuse when every single one of you phoned?” The man tilted his head at Frankie, then lifted an eyebrow at Bull. “I also heard a rumor that you had a partner in your endeavors last night.”

“So discreetly phrased.” Bull squeezed her hand. “Frankie, I’d like you to meet Dr. Zachary Grayson, a psychologist who works with traumatized children and an old friend of Mako’s. He’d fly up from Florida to make sure the sarge wasn’t in over his head with the four of us.”

A corner of Grayson’s mouth lifted. “Mako was in over his head the moment he met you all.”

Frankie almost laughed, because the four guys were impossible now. As children…? That poor sergeant.

Chuckling, Bull pulled her closer. “Zachary, this is Frankie Bocelli, who’s taken over managing the roadhouse—and my heart.”

Frankie’s own heart simply melted.

Dr. Grayson held out his hand. “It’s good to meet you, Ms. Bocelli.”

“It’s Frankie, please.” Frankie took his hand, surprised when he didn’t shake and let go, but held it for a moment as he studied her with a disconcertingly perceptive gaze.

When he turned to Bull, his smile transformed his face from handsome to lethally gorgeous. “I not only approve—although you didn’t ask—but I’m very pleased for you.”

“Thanks, Doc.” Bull’s own grin was just as devastating and still made her feel all gooey inside. And…he didn’t contradict Zachary’s assumption that they were together. Would be together. Wow.