“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Jackie said, instantly dropping to her knees to start picking up the broken shards of glass. Bobby ran out with a towel and a broom. “No, Jackie, don’t pick it up, I don’t need you cut from the glass,” he told her, already sweeping up the pieces. Jackie had to shake her head to even hear him and to process what he was saying. Frankly, she was far too shocked to grasp anything. Finally, she felt his hand on her arm to help her up and she let him. “Are you okay?” he asked, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Yeah.” He looked at her rather curiously before she turned back to his mom. “I’m sorry Cat; I didn’t mean to drop that.” “Oh, no worries at all! You didn’t get any on me.” Cat bent down and grabbed the end of the bottle, reading the label. “Bobby told me about th

