On the other side of the space, five other little girls sat around the dining room table, all wearing various colored frilly dresses. They appeared to be working on a craft of some sort. Jenna stood chatting with several women he didn’t recognize—the mothers, he assumed. Max and Jake stood off to the side, laughing about something or other. 

Hunter, however, was exactly where he’d expect a six-foot-eight guy who taught karate to kids would be: at the head of the table, cutting a large marshmallow in half with a pair of scissors.
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Liam glanced around. No Grace, though. Damn. That meant she was either in the bathroom or in the kitchen. He sent up a silent prayer it was the former and not the latter and moved into the dining room.
 
As he stopped at the edge of the room, Addie came to stand beside him. “We’re building snowmen.”
 
“Ahhh.” Liam tried to hide his smirk as he glanced at Hunter. “Having fun?”
 
Expression completely serious, Hunter set the scissors aside and stuck the cut marshmallow to the end of another. “Kind of relaxing, actually.”
 
Jenna looked over at him, eyes dancing with amusement. “You should’ve seen him about a half hour ago. They had him wearing a crown and a cape.”
 
Addie bounced beside him. “We needed a prince, ’cause you weren’t here.”
 
“I was happy to oblige.” Hunter tossed Addie a smile as he picked up a tube of frosting, using it to glue a small, orange candy piece to the snowman’s head.