“Sí. I’ll give you some ointment for him,” Caz said.

“Hell. Let me know if you see the bastards again.” Hawk’s blue eyes softened, and he went down on one knee for his own introduction.

Leaning against the kitchen island, Bull grinned at his deadly brothers. Gabe—a retired Navy SEAL like Bull and master of all weapons. Cynical, damaged Hawk—army sniper and pilot for anything that would fly. Cazador—Special Forces medic, silent and deadly with blades.

And all three hardasses turned to putty in a dog’s fuzzy paws.

“That whine-on-command is pretty effective,” Gabe said, having noticed that Bull instigated the I’m-a-poor-puppy sound.

“He’s damn smart,” Bull said. “Whoever had him before the asshole did some training. It won’t take much to teach him to bark on command.”

Caz groaned. “Don’t tell Regan how to—”

As if summoned, Caz’s daughter trotted across the deck in a flurry of light footsteps. All of ten years old now, she had long, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and light brown skin—like a mini-me Cazador. Her mother died last fall. Discovering he was a father, Caz had brought her to the Hermitage—and now she owned all their hearts.

“That’s a dog.” She stopped in the door.

“Sí, mija.” Caz rose and held his hand out to her. “Bull rescued him. He has some sore spots, so be careful when you’re petting him.”

“Oh, he’s all fluffy and pretty.” Regan walked forward cautiously—and damn, Bull hadn’t realized just how big Gryff was. The dog probably outweighed the girl by ten to twenty pounds.

“Look to one side, not directly at him, and hold your hand out,” Caz murmured.

When she did, Gryff walked over, tail already waving because…yeah, he could tell she was just a pup.

Regan grinned as the dog sniffed her hand, and she squeaked with the lick of the tongue, then set to petting the happy mutt. “What’s his name?”

“Gryff—short for Gryffindor.”

When the Harry Potter fan squealed in delight, Bull didn’t miss the narrow-eyed stare from her father who recognized the manipulation.

Ha. Grinning, Bull watched as Regan and Gryff bonded. Her smile was huge.

There were days he really envied his brother. Caz not only had Regan but had found himself an incredibly strong woman with a big heart. Speaking of …

“Where’s JJ?” Bull asked Caz, then glanced at Gabe. “And Audrey?”

“JJ’s starting the packing process.” Caz was amused. “Two weeks away apparently requires a lot of forethought in what to take.”

“Ah, I forgot she was leaving on Monday.” The officer was headed to Sitka to learn all the nuances of Alaska law enforcement.

“Lillian offered Audrey a bribe of her special fertilizer mix to get help transplanting seedlings into bigger pots,” Gabe said. “She won’t be back for a couple of hours.”