“Che palle, it wasn’t me.” Frankie heaved a very Italian sigh. “I told you a psychologist friend of the guys talked to Aric, right?”

“Mmmhmm. He said it was okay for Aric to stay with Hawk—and you all.” Leaving her son to be cared for by others had been the worst part of being in the hospital. She stiffened. “Did he change his mind? Is there a problem with Hawk or—”

“No, no, relax. I said that wrong.” Frankie smacked her forehead twice with the palm of her hand. “Aric’s fine. When Doc Grayson tried to see you, you were still unconscious, so he talked with the guys and the hospital staff. He’s kind of like a godfather to the brothers, only maybe he’s not that much older than they are. I don’t think he’s more than mid-forties.”

Suppressing a snicker, Kit tipped her head back to stare at the roof of the car. Frankie had words; she had all the words, far too many words. “Are you planning to get to the point anytime soon?”

“Cazzo, I missed you.” Frankie snickered. “The point is, Zachary Grayson is rich and wanted to help, and since he couldn’t do it in person, he did it with money. He paid your medical expenses, including outpatient therapies for the rest of the summer. After that, you’re on your own.”

Paid…everything? She’d been figuring on huge bills that would require repayment for the rest of her life. “No way. The hospital bill and rehab and surgery and—”

“Pfft.” Frankie waved one hand in the air. “All gone.”

Frankie smiled softly. “I think the doc fell for Aric. He knew the guys were worried about you.”

Kit stared at her in shock.

“Some rich guys are good people. So, yes, you’re booked for PT and counseling, and you will be going.”

The relief was huge. But still… “I’ll pay him back.”

“He already said you will not, and he’s not one you can argue with.” Frankie snorted. “Like Hawk in a way. The shrink wins with words; Hawk wins by walking away.”

Kit’s lips twitched. When Hawk brought Aric to visit, he’d send her son into the room, give her a nod, then disappear until the time was up. Talkative, he was not—but the deadly-looking, muscular guy sure looked as if he could battle with sharks and win.

He’d saved her. Her and Aric.

But they were talking about money. “I need a job.”

“Not for a while.” Frankie braked as the rental car in front of them slowed to give a wide berth to a moose cropping grass at the side of the road.

Alaska was just so amazing.

“No yelling about this, either,” Frankie muttered, pulled a card out of her pocket, and put it into Kit’s lap.

“A bank card?”