Luke's Hospital. Hawk was only marginally aware of the man making faces and little cooing noises beside him. He looked through the glass of the hospital nursery at the same pink-hatted infant Rafe did, but his thoughts were more than a hundred miles away in Marysville, Kansas. He scarcely noticed when Brodie Maxwell clapped his hand on Rafe's shoulder, pushed him aside, and took his proud place at the window. The big man blew a kiss and whispered in a falsetto voice, "Daddy's here. You can't see men like Rafe until you're forty-two years old." Rafe defended himself with a smile. "I don't know, Brodie, with those big, beautiful eyes, Katie's pretty hard to resist." Hawk thought of beautiful green-gold eyes, an unmistakable color that had first drawn his attention to Sarah McCormick. "You won't get any argument from me," said Brodie. He nudged Hawk in the arm, forcing him to bring his attention back to the baby. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" Hawk ignored the painful longing that ached in his gut and focused on the legitimate happiness he felt for his old friend.
