“I’ll get on it tomorrow.” Hawk pushed his plate away, empty except for a piece of bacon that he tossed to Gryff.

The dog caught it mid-air and gave a thump of his tail.

“What’s planned today?” Frankie asked, saving Bull from trying to disguise the same question. Hawk might answer her; he’d probably shut Bull down.

“Kit wanted help to deliver her flowers.”

Bull glanced toward Mako’s deck, which overflowed with blooming plants. Tomorrow, it would be empty. “That’s a shame; I’ve been enjoying the view.”

“I’m glad you’ll be with her,” Frankie said to Hawk. “She’s going to get all emotional—and she hates that.”

Bull expected his taciturn brother to think of ways to bail. Instead, Hawk’s eyes narrowed, and then he nodded. “Got it.”

Hell, had he missed something going on between Kit and Hawk? Bull eyed Frankie. But she wouldn’t share Kit’s confidences.

“Is Nabera still in the wind?” Hawk asked.

“Unfortunately. The stronzo.” Frankie scowled.

“The PZs dropped out of sight again after that mess at the shelter,” Bull said. “Haven’t been seen since.”

Hawk frowned. “Nabera wants revenge on Kit. He won’t give up.”

“I know. We’re trying to keep an eye on her,” Bull said. “It was easier before she bought a car and started driving herself.”

“Shit,” Hawk muttered. When his mouth went tight, Bull knew they’d have one more person keeping an eye out for Kit.

“How’s Aric?” Hawk rested an arm on the table, the white gauze of a dressing a reminder of how deadly the ex-merc could be.

“So-so.” Frankie tipped her hand back and forth. “He’s talking and playing like a normal four-year-old. We’re working on helping him with his emotions.”

Bull smiled at her. His woman was incredible with children. Someday, he hoped to talk her into a Frankie mini-me. Or two or three.

Frowning, Hawk made a give-me-more gesture.

“If he’s lonely, hurt, sad, or frustrated, it comes out as anger, and he throws things.” Bull shook his head. “Doesn’t yell much, doesn’t hit. I bet Obadiah threw shit a lot.” And kids learned from what they saw.

“What are we doing about it?” A muscle in Hawk’s cheek twitched. Bull realized Hawk’s whole body had gone tense.

Aric’s behavior probably brought some memories back, Bull figured. Because Hawk had been that kid once. Only Hawk had hit—and hit hard. Because of him, his brothers knew some of the steps to take.

“Right after you left, he started with counseling. He and Kit have sessions together.” Frankie idly stirred the leftover eggs on her plate. “It helps that he’s never doubted her love, and they weren’t in that PZ camp too long.”