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and stopped in the doorway. There, in the corner of the room and on the floor, sat Gina. Tears were streaming down her face and he rushed to her side. “Are you hurt?” he asked frantically, scanning her for any signs of injury.
Her sad green eyes met his. “He remembered everything,” she said softly. “Every hobby I ever had, every interest I ever mentioned, he had in this room just waiting for me to come home.” This brought on another wave of crying and Mac sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms. Gina burrowed into him and clung to him as if her life depended on it.
Mac searched his brain for what he could possibly say when Gina was so clearly distraught. So rather than talking about her father, he took another approach. “Tell me about your hobbies,” he said softly.
Gina raised her head and looked at him as if she ’d just realized he was truly there. “What are you doing here?” She started to wipe away her tears but Mac carefully pulled her hands away and did the job for her.
“You left your phone at the hospit al,” he said, mesmerized by the deep green of her eyes that were slowly starting to become addictive to him. “Your father called and asked me to bring it to you because he was concerned about you being alone without a way to call for help if you needed to.”
“I didn’t even realize.” Gina couldn’t look away ; everything in Mac’s gaze called to her. He was looking at her as if he was memorizing her every feature. His gaze heated and she was certain that he was going to kiss her.
Mac cleared his throat. “Did you have a lot of hobbies growing up?” he asked, breaking the spell.
Gina looked away and nodded. “I was always trying something new; most of the things I did made my mother crazy. She wanted a little porcelain doll for a daughter; someone to dress up in frilly dresses who always looked neat and pristine. Instead she got me.” She gave a small laugh. “She wanted me to play the piano and I took up guitar. I was really into painting and so she wanted me to paint formal portraits and landscapes and instead I was doing all kinds of abstract stuff. She wanted my hair straight and sleek and it’s a mass of untamed curls.” She stopped after that last comment and shrugged. “That wasn’t about hobbies but the sentiment is the same. I was never the daughter that she wanted.”
“Then she’s a fool,” Mac said firmly. “There is nothing wrong with you, Gina. Nothing.” He placed a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. “ Those were her issues, not yours. Don’t ever be sorry for being who you are.”
“You sound just like my father.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment because he’s a very smart man.”
Gina smiled. Reluctantly she removed herself from his loose embrace and stood. “He gave me a list of things that he wanted me to bring to him at the hospital and at the end of it was a box of stuff he wanted me to have. I came up here and it wasn’t simply a box, it was a room.” She walked around, still in awe of all that was there. “He set up this room for me,” she said as she continued to walk and touch.
“There are paint supplies in the closet to use with this easel that he set up by the window. He must have bought every size of canvas available so that I’d have a big enough selection. There’s a guitar over there,” she pointed and nodded her head in the direction of the far corner of the room. “I went through a cowboy phase and there on top of that wardrobe is a selection of cowboy hats.” Gina pulled one down and put it on and posed for Mac and then giggled. “It was silly and just a phase, but he remembered.” She placed the hat on the bed.
“I took a photography class during my sophomore year of high school right before we moved and there are three different types of cameras on the shelf. He remembered authors that I
Her sad green eyes met his. “He remembered everything,” she said softly. “Every hobby I ever had, every interest I ever mentioned, he had in this room just waiting for me to come home.” This brought on another wave of crying and Mac sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms. Gina burrowed into him and clung to him as if her life depended on it.
Mac searched his brain for what he could possibly say when Gina was so clearly distraught. So rather than talking about her father, he took another approach. “Tell me about your hobbies,” he said softly.
Gina raised her head and looked at him as if she ’d just realized he was truly there. “What are you doing here?” She started to wipe away her tears but Mac carefully pulled her hands away and did the job for her.
“You left your phone at the hospit al,” he said, mesmerized by the deep green of her eyes that were slowly starting to become addictive to him. “Your father called and asked me to bring it to you because he was concerned about you being alone without a way to call for help if you needed to.”
“I didn’t even realize.” Gina couldn’t look away ; everything in Mac’s gaze called to her. He was looking at her as if he was memorizing her every feature. His gaze heated and she was certain that he was going to kiss her.
Mac cleared his throat. “Did you have a lot of hobbies growing up?” he asked, breaking the spell.
Gina looked away and nodded. “I was always trying something new; most of the things I did made my mother crazy. She wanted a little porcelain doll for a daughter; someone to dress up in frilly dresses who always looked neat and pristine. Instead she got me.” She gave a small laugh. “She wanted me to play the piano and I took up guitar. I was really into painting and so she wanted me to paint formal portraits and landscapes and instead I was doing all kinds of abstract stuff. She wanted my hair straight and sleek and it’s a mass of untamed curls.” She stopped after that last comment and shrugged. “That wasn’t about hobbies but the sentiment is the same. I was never the daughter that she wanted.”
“Then she’s a fool,” Mac said firmly. “There is nothing wrong with you, Gina. Nothing.” He placed a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. “ Those were her issues, not yours. Don’t ever be sorry for being who you are.”
“You sound just like my father.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment because he’s a very smart man.”
Gina smiled. Reluctantly she removed herself from his loose embrace and stood. “He gave me a list of things that he wanted me to bring to him at the hospital and at the end of it was a box of stuff he wanted me to have. I came up here and it wasn’t simply a box, it was a room.” She walked around, still in awe of all that was there. “He set up this room for me,” she said as she continued to walk and touch.
“There are paint supplies in the closet to use with this easel that he set up by the window. He must have bought every size of canvas available so that I’d have a big enough selection. There’s a guitar over there,” she pointed and nodded her head in the direction of the far corner of the room. “I went through a cowboy phase and there on top of that wardrobe is a selection of cowboy hats.” Gina pulled one down and put it on and posed for Mac and then giggled. “It was silly and just a phase, but he remembered.” She placed the hat on the bed.
“I took a photography class during my sophomore year of high school right before we moved and there are three different types of cameras on the shelf. He remembered authors that I
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