Page 51 of Homecoming Heartbreaker

Mack smiled. If Jameson was feeling uncooperative, then he would be fine.

“We want you to stay overnight for observation. I’m sure you will be able to go home tomorrow,” Dr. Bell told him, not at all intimidated by his gruff father.

Mack walked up to Jameson and dropped a kiss on his bald head, smiling when Jameson told him to stop being sloppy. But he saw the tiny smile on Jameson’s face, the hint of pleasure. Yeah, his dad was still a sucker for affection.

Mack folded his arms and looked at the doctor. He was about to ask what caused his setback when Molly ran into the room, her face blotchy and red, her eyes frantic.

She immediately rushed over to Jameson and threw herself onto his chest, burying her face in his neck. “You can’t die, dammit! I won’t let you! I need you, Jameson.”

Jameson’s big hand curled around the back of Molly’s head and his eyes cut to Mack’s face, his expression as black as thunder. He could easily read the silent demand in his eyes.What the hell did you do to her?

Yep, Molly was definitely his favorite child, the one who could do no wrong. And really, since she was his favorite person in the whole world, he had no problem with that.

Giada, calm and practical, rubbed her hand over Molly’s back, just like she’d done to him earlier. “Jameson is fine, darling. Dr. Bell wants to tell us what she discovered.”

Molly stood up slowly, wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue Giada handed her and slid her hand into Jameson’s.

She hadn’t once looked at him since she’d run into the room. He was all but invisible. It was clear that Molly had cut him out of her life. And, really, he couldn’t blame her.

He’d been given a second chance with her and he’d blown it. Badly. Because he was a control freak moron.

Molly looked at Dr. Bell. “So what put him in the hospital?”

Dr. Bell jammed her hands into the pockets of her white coat. “As I said, the MRI scan and the tests we did showed no neurological issues. I think Mr. Holloway is looking good, brain-wise.”

“That’s up for debate,” Giada quipped. Mack frowned, wondering if he was imagining the flirtatious smile she sent Jameson. But maybe, because he had love on his mind, he was imagining something that wasn’t there. And, let’s be honest, he didn’t think he could cope with Jameson and Giada acting like besotted teenagers.

Though, given their combative personalities, any romance between them would be full of sarcasm and snark.

Anyway, that wasn’t important. Not right now.

“Mr. Holloway, I consulted with my colleagues and we all agree you had a reaction to the new drug we prescribed for you. One of its side effects is confusion and instability.”

“Then why did you prescribe it?” Molly demanded, her voice irate. Yeah, she’d go to war for Jameson.

When Molly loved, she loved hard and fiercely and with everything she had. He needed that, for himself, and for the family he wanted to create with her. Because there had only ever been Molly, would only be her.

Dr. Bell shrugged. “It’s effective for managing seizures and that’s what we are trying to prevent. But there are other drugs as effective and I’ll prescribe those instead. They have fewer side effects.”

“Maybe that’s what you should’ve given him in the first place,” Molly told her, chin up and green fire blazing from her red-rimmed eyes.

Giada rubbed her arm. “Everyone’s body chemistry is different and reactions to medicine can differ from patient to patient. Dr. Bell is doing the best she can, Molly dear.”

Molly’s expression clearly stated her disagreement with Giada’s statement.

“I know that you would like to be at home, Mr. Holloway, but as I said, I’d prefer it if you stayed the night,” Dr. Bell said, ignoring Molly.

“He’ll stay,” Molly and Giada chimed at the same time.

Jameson rolled his eyes at Mack, who just lifted a shoulder in a “what can you do?” shrug. He wasn’t brave enough to take on Molly and Giada at the same time and, when Jameson’s shoulders slumped, realized his father wasn’t up to the task, either.

As Dr Bell left the room, Jameson turned his attention to Molly. “You’ve been crying,” he accused.

Molly swatted a curl away. “That’s what happens when I get a million calls telling me you are back in the hospital.”

Jameson narrowed his eyes at her. “That’s not why you were crying.”

Molly mustered up a smile. “I’m fine, Jameson. I promise.”

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