Mac could hear the worry in Jase’s voice. The guy was lying in a hospital bed plugged into machines that kept him alive and still he worried about his sister. Mac would have been worrying about himself...and that of course was the reason why he was in his current predicament. He slouched into the chair with a heavy sigh. “We went shopping yesterday, for clothes and baby stuff.” Jase nodded, a smile on his cracked lips. “That’s good. Getting her out of the house and engaging in normal activity is good for her. It should get her out of her funk soon.” “She stayed in the car the entire time,” Mac added with a deadpan voice. Jase dulled, his optimism completely shuttered. Mac could see it in his face. He guessed it was probably the same look Mac had on his face. He’d been so optimistic, even hiring a nanny for the entire day because what woman didn’t love shopping, especially if she was shopping for herself and a baby? He should have left that store with mountain of bags, even hiring a delivery service.
