But he was safe. That was what mattered.

She looked up at her best friend in the world. “Thank you.”

Frankie’s eyes were wet, too, but she gave a nonchalant smile. “All part of a godmother’s duties. Although he’s really mad at me since I took him away from you and Hawk.”

“Thank God,” Kit muttered.

“I wanted to stay and help, but cazzo, when Hawk gives an order, he’s even scarier than Bull.” Frankie huffed a little, then grinned. “I can’t believe Bull carries extra weapons in the SUV. I mean, I could see maybe a rifle or something, but he has, like, an armory.”

“Well, yeah.” Bull walked up and tucked an arm behind Frankie to pull her close for a thorough kiss. “Gotta have enough to share with my brothers. You never know when some assholes are going to attack a women’s shelter, after all.”

“He’ll have to re-stock.” A gravelly laugh came from behind Kit. “The cops kept our weapons.”

“Hawk!” When Aric squealed, Hawk picked him up, set him on his hip, then held a hand down for Kit.

She took his hand. How often over the past few days had he’d casually held out his hand to help her to her feet or out of the helicopter? Always just offering and letting her decide.

Now, she didn’t even think before taking his hand.

Once she was standing, he tugged her close enough so Aric could cling to her hand.

Kit glanced at the smoking, half-destroyed shelter. Her baby didn’t need to see that. “When can we leave?”

“Now,” Hawk said.

“The police know where to find us.” Bull chuckled. “We mentioned our bro is Rescue’s Chief of Police and lives next door.”

Kit gasped. “You were suspects? I can’t believe—”

“We killed people. Naturally, they’ll look at us closely,” Bull said.

They’d killed…for her. Again. Kit stared up at Hawk. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He touched her cheek. “Did you invite the assholes to come here?”

“No, of course not.”

“Don’t shoulder guilt that isn’t yours to carry.”

“I…” He was right.

His hard blue gaze softened.

“Kit,” Bull said. “Did you accomplish your goal?”

In other words, did she distribute the money? “I did.” Her gaze was on the shelter. Firefighters were there, putting out the fire started by the explosives. “I guess it’s good no one had a chance to put the packets in their rooms.”

Frankie glanced around. “Were any of the women or children hurt?”

“Some splinters, a few scraped hands and legs. Nothing serious.” Kit looked at Hawk. “Did any of the shelter people get injured?”

He nodded.