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Did no one help him without getting something in return?
    He gently pushed Tommy toward the kitchen. “Get food, and I’ll grab the other stuff.”
    Seven minutes later, Mac drove down the highway at the wheel of Tommy’s vintage truck. He glanced over at Tommy, who’d fallen asleep almost immediately when the truck started moving. Relaxed in repose, Tommy looked even more exhausted. The hollows under his eyes had darkened until it looked like he had two, bruised, black eyes. Whoever was in the hospital meant a lot to him if he was driving himself this hard.
    Tommy had grabbed a Pop-Tart as they left the house, but had only taken a couple of bites of it before it had dropped into his lap as he nodded off. Mac grimaced at the processed sugar treat. Tommy needed more nutrition than that to get through the day, and traffic was already horrendous, so he pulled off the highway and into the drive-through of the closest golden arches. This still wasn’t healthy, but at least there’d be something more to fuel Tommy for the day.
    Mac ordered four breakfast sandwiches, one huge coffee, and a couple of hot teas, and then got back on the highway to the hospital. Tommy never stirred.
    As he drove, Mac glanced around the interior of the vintage truck, trying to find insight into her owner. The vehicle was immaculate, which reinforced Mac’s thought that Tommy’s life had spun out of control, and he needed help to get it back on an even keel. That’s the only thing that explained the messy apartment.
    The truck had been refurbished in keeping with the 1940’s era when she’d been created. The inside featured art deco, shiny, chrome details. The leather seats were color blocked in Kelly green and tan. The interior smelled like Tommy, which meant he drove it regularly, although that scintillating scent was starting to be overridden by the aromas of the takeout breakfast. How did Mac already know Tommy’s scent? Something to muse about later.
    A key on a chain hung off the mirror. As it spun in the morning light, Mac could see something had been embossed into the top of it. At the next break in traffic, he reached up and twisted it so he could see.
    Do Epic Shit.
    Mac smiled. That fit with the man he barely knew but would like to get to know better. He needed a plan for how to make this all work. Tommy was exhausted now, which explained why he’d given in so easily this morning. Mac knew that reprieve would only be temporary, so he had to take advantage while he could.
    Looking at the key gave him an idea. He glanced over at Tommy, still oblivious to the world and glanced down at the key fob attached to the ignition. He gently worked the keys and removed the one he would need for later. He’d just gotten it clear of the key ring when they arrived at the big parking garage outside the hospital. Mac pulled into it, parked the car, turned it off, and gently shook Tommy awake.
    When Tommy’s eyes fluttered open, they met Mac’s gaze and were all soft and dewy with sleep. He would have sworn they were grey before, but now they looked deep, moss green.
    Tommy gave him a half smile that took Mac’s breath away. What would it take to get to wake up to that sweet face every morning?
    But just as quickly, Tommy became aware of his surroundings and sat up with a jolt. “I’m sorry. I must have fallen asleep. What time is it?”
    “Almost eight,” Mac said.
    “Fuck, I have to go. The doctor makes his rounds at eight. I need to be there for that.”
    “Okay,” Mac said and handed him the food.
    Tommy frowned at the paper bag.
    “You need something more to get you through the day than a half-eaten Pop-Tart, so I drove through a fast food joint and bought you some food. Take it with you, and eat it when you can. It’ll help you feel better.”
    Tommy’s eyes widened. “You didn’t have to—”
    “I know, but I wanted to. Who’s in the hospital, Tommy?”
    “My brother, Ryder.” Tommy ran a hand through those soft curls and