At his bedside there was an empty glass of water. That gave him an idea, but needed to be first and foremost discrete.
“Nurse,” Marc called out quietly to the back row.
On his second call, a younger nurse turned to acknowledge him. He held the glass in his hand and motioned to Mackenzie.
She understood his request and went to the back and grabbed a stainless-steel pitcher. The first thing he noticed about her was how those eyes matched the pitcher she carried.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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