Mackenna groaned and dropped her face into her palms. “I feel like I’m being tag-teamed.”
“Nah,” Derrick teased her. “I’m not into group things.”
Savannah choked on her gelatin as Mackenna sat back in shock as the man chuckled at his joke and took a bite of his sandwich. “Nice one, doc.” Savannah nodded her appreciation of his humor.
“Thanks,” he flashed a big smile in her direction as he met her hand in a high-five.
“You two are horrible.” Mackenna pushed her empty soup bowl away and scowled. “I’m still hungry.” Derrick held up the half of his sandwich, but she shook her head. “No, I can’t eat hospital bread after having my Nonna’s. It’s like going back to five-dollar wine when you’ve been drinking the hundred-dollar bottle. Not good at all.”
“You like wine, Mac?” Derrick asked he
