“Waiting for the hospital to release him. Then I’ll take him home and take care of him.”
“His home?”
Absolutely not. Hayley would be going home with Mac. Even Sammy had said he’d need help.
“Mac?”
“His right arm is broken. He needs help.”
“At least ask him first,” Mitch said.
“Maybe.” Mac wasn’t committing to anything.
“Do you need anything? You said you didn’t have food at home.”
“About that.” Mac rubbed the back of his head. “He didn’t like anything I had in my cart.”
“What did you have?”
“Cookies, chips, candy—”
“Mac, he’s not going to eat all that processed sugar.”
“But you said that Avery—”
“Avery would totally eat that shit. Well, he would if Jace let him. Hayley owns an organic shop. He eats organic.”
“But you said—”
“I didn’t know you were talking about Hayley, though.”
Mitch really needed to stop interrupting him. He needed to go over Byron’s knee. “So I should get healthy stuff?”
“Yes, good organic products. You have the money, so you can afford it. Make sure he’s not a vegetarian or vegan.”
Oh, that was smart.
“The organic grocery store by your house delivers. Caleb uses them.”
That would be good. He didn’t want to leave his boy alone. “Okay, thanks.”
“And call me if you need anything.”
“I will,” Mac promised.
“Okay, we’re home now,” Mitch said. “I have to get off the phone. Byron says he hopes Hayley feels better.”
“Tell him thank you,” Mac said. “And Mitch?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
“That’s what friends are for, Mac.” Mitch hung up.
Mac leaned against the hallway wall. He was tired. Caring about someone was exhausting.
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