Harry was hunched over with his weight supported by a cane, his face contorted in obvious discomfort. “Just a little further,” he grunted out. “Then we can go back and have a nice lunch.”
Blowing out a deep breath, Jack closed his eyes. His head sank as he tried to find a little patience. “You"re gonna get yourself hurt,” he muttered. “Harry, this is not the path to a speedy recovery.”
“I need to do this.”
“Why?”
The other man got a few steps ahead and wheezed as he pressed the cane to the sidewalk. “I"m tired of sitting around all day,” he said. “There"s so much I could be doing, and it"s driving me crazy.”
Of course, the source of the problem was obvious. At least, to Jack it was. Telling Harry about Leo"s escape had put the other man into action-hero mode, complete with a clichéd s
