Mac didn’t want to push, but he didn’t have a choice.
Melina was the only one with answers.
“Okay, the day before,” he said. “What about the car then? Where did you go? Any new stops?”
Melina shrugged. “I picked up dinner for us, but that’s not a new stop.”
“What else?”
“I went to your mom’s to get your sister a couple days ago. We went to the salon.”
Mac knew about that, too.
His wife hadn’t deviated at all from her usual routes, which meant to him that the bomb had probably been planted at one of their familiar haunts.
He needed to be more vigilant, clearly.
Or they were going to die.
“When you left to go to the club, did you unlock the car?” Mac asked quietly.
Melina’s brow knitted together. “I don’t leave my car unlocked, Mac.”
“Sure, but did you unlock it?”
“I …” Melina couldn’t come up with a response, and this time, Mac could see it wasn’t because she couldn’t remember. “I didn’t unlock it, I just grabbed the door and opened it.”
Mac knew how careful his wife was with her car. She loved it—it was a gift from him, and an expensive one at that. She’d been a little annoyed at first over the purchase, but quickly had gotten over it. Still, she took good care of her vehicle, and leaving it open to get stolen was not one of those things.
Not that he thought anyone would steal the car of a Capo’s wife.
That would be fucking stupid.
“I didn’t realize until now,” Melina said. “Someone messed with my car?”
“They would have had to, in order to set the bomb, doll. But the more important thing to me is the timer it was set on—that says a lot. Any fucking idiot can put together a shitty little pipe bomb and drop it in a garbage can on a timer from a burner phone. It takes some real skill to set up a bomb on a car’s unlocking mechanism.”
Melina seemed to understand right away. “And how many people do you know that can do that?”
“One, maybe.”
But he’d have to go through Luca, first.
It didn’t matter.
Mac was going there.
Melina gave her husband a brilliant smile, one of the few she’d managed since entering the hospital. “We’ll figure it out.”
Well, he would.
He still wasn’t ready to tell her about the new rules regarding her and not going very far, though. Not yet. Her mood was better, and Mac wasn’t about to ruin that.
Mac smiled back, leaned over the bed, and gave her a quick kiss.
A clearing throat interrupted their moment. Pulling back from his wife with a wink, Mac found the doctor standing in the doorway, his clipboard in hand and his stethoscope slung around his neck. Glancing down at the file, the doctor shook his head.
“Mrs. Maccari, you are giving my nurses some kind of hell, aren’t you?” he asked, amusement coloring up his words.
Mac laughed under his breath, even at his wife’s scowl.
“I don’t need to be in here,” Melina said firmly. “I’m taking up a bed—”
“Yes, well, until your husband agrees to discharge you, given the price he paid for this room and the tests he asked for, you will remain right where you are.”
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
Melina turned those eyes on Mac.
Perhaps he had forgotten to mention that it was him keeping her in here as long as possible. Maybe he had been blaming it on the hospital.
Truth was, he did just want to make sure she was okay.
“And while I am at it,” the doctor continued, not giving Melina the slightest chance to even argue, “you will take that vitamin the nurse brought in with your other medicine. When you leave, I expect you to make a stop at the drugstore and pick up a bottle of your own for future use. One a day for the rest of the pregnancy.”
Mac froze, and so did Melina.
They were both stuck like that, Melina staring at the doctor with her mouth slightly open and her eyes a bit wider than they were.
Mac was just caught staring at her.
Pregnant.
“That’s not …” Melina tipped her head to the side like she was trying to comprehend that statement. “Possible?”
Mac’s grin was growing, his hand squeezing tighter around his wife’s.
Because hell yes.
“I assure you it is,” the doctor replied, turning on his heel to leave. “Congratulations.”
The man wasn’t gone but two minutes and Melina turned on Mac, a mixture of uncertainty and joy dancing over her pretty features.
“Get me out of this place,” she told him.
Mac was already standing before she’d finished her sentence. He leaned down and caught her still-surprised lips with his own, wanting her kiss.
She was going to have a fit, he knew.
She was going to be scared about the changes.
But Melina would be just fine.
“Whatever you want, doll.”
Mac had a feeling he would be saying that a lot for the next eight or nine months.