“’Kay.” Aric took her hand and pulled her toward the food. “There’s cookies. We’ll get a lot.”

Chuckling, Grayson held out his hand to Kit. “I’m Zachary Grayson. I met your son when you were still in the hospital.”

To Hawk’s surprise, Kit’s eyes filled with tears as she took his hand. “You’re the one who paid for my hospital and the therapy visits. Thank you.”

Grayson didn’t even try to sidestep. Just smiled and squeezed her fingers. “You’re very welcome.”

Jessica laughed and slung an arm around Kit. “Hey, I now have a serious craving for those cookies your son was promoting. Let’s go get some.”

Hawk watched Jessica hand Kit a tissue as she pulled her away. “Your woman has a big heart.”

“She does,” Zachary agreed. “So does yours, Hawk. I very much approve.”

Hawk felt the words deep in his chest, almost as if Mako himself had been there to give his blessing. “Thanks.”

Bull smiled as Zachary and his family joined their table, fitting in seamlessly.

Regan, Sophia, and Aric sat together, sampling foods from the potluck. The faces they made when a taste didn’t meet their approval kept everyone laughing.

Audrey had squished in beside Jessica and Kit—and was asking pregnancy questions. After a moment, Frankie joined them, giving stories of being Kit’s birthing coach and asking Jessica about her labor.

Whoa. Bull retreated. Women were sure not the weaker sex. And damn, now he needed a drink.

Opening the cooler, he set several bottles of beer in the center of the table. “People, I have the brewery’s new seasonal beers. Let me know what you think.”

He’d also brought a bottle of wine for Frankie. Opening it, he nabbed a few clean glasses and walked over. “Ladies, would anyone like wine?”

Jessica took a glass. Kit already had a beer Hawk had brought her.

Bull started to pour some wine for Frankie.

She shook her head. “Thank you, but no.”

“No?” Bull frowned. “It’s your favorite.”

“I…” Her color rose, surprising him. She didn’t blush easily.

Worried, he ran his hand down her hair. She couldn’t seem to shake that stomach bug. “Sweetheart, if you’re not feeling good, I can take you home. Or maybe Caz should check you over?”

“I’m fine!” To his surprise, she glared at him. “Che cavolo, I don’t know how to say it plainer.”

What the fuck. She had a temper, but there was always a reason for it. This wasn’t like her. “How about we…” How could he politely suggest they needed to talk?

“No. I am fine.” She crossed her arms below her breasts, her gorgeous eyes shooting sparks. “And I already saw Caz, so there.”

A glance down the table showed no help forthcoming from the others. Grayson’s eyes were filled with amusement. Caz was grinning.