I look up into his handsome face. “I don’t want to waste time either.”
He slaps his hand on my ass. “I’m going home to get showered and changed and then we’ll go see Pop.”
I suck in a deep breath. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
***
“I’m not Mr. Jones. I’m Pop.”
“Pop,” I say his name. “I’ll call you Pop.”
Rocco’s dad cradles my hand in his. We’re at his home in Queens. His wife, April, is resting in the next room.
Luke was here when we arrived. I was greeted with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Rocco playfully pushed him off of me.
“Chloe and her husband want to meet you.” Pop looks over to where Rocco is sitting in a chair. “Nash too.”
“We’ll bring dinner over one night.” Rocco leans forward. “I’ll cook something and if April is feeling up to it, we’ll have a Jones family dinner.”
“There’s no better medicine than that.” Pop glances back at the closed bedroom door. “She’s doing better today. Her energy levels are up. I think we turned a corner.”
Rocco filled me in on all the details about April’s condition as we rode the subway here.
The specialist he brought in suggested a treatment plan that April is anxious to start.
“If there’s anything I can do,” I pause to take in a deep breath. “If I can help you or April with anything, big or small, you’ll let me know?”
“You can take care of my boy.” He motions to Rocco.
“I plan on doing that every day for the rest of my life.”
His brown eyes well with tears. “I’m going to check on my bride.”
I watch him walk away before I look back over at Rocco.
“Should we go?”
“You lead the way.” He slides to his feet, his hand reaching out to me.
I take it as I stand. “I want to meet with someone. Will you come with me?”
“I’ll follow you anywhere.” He starts toward the door of Pop’s house. “Subway or Uber?”
I skip my fingers over the screen of my phone. “An Uber. One is on its way.”
“Let’s sit on the porch.” He swings open the door and motions for me to walk outside.
I watch as he uses a key on his key fob to lock the door behind us.
He waits for me to sit on the porch swing before he takes a seat next to me.
Taking my hand in his, he turns to face me. “Twenty-four hours ago I thought I’d blown my chance with you.”
I smile softly, taking in how handsome he looks dressed in a gray lightweight sweater and jeans. I’ll never get over how beautiful he is.
“I should have known something serious was going on.” I glance back at the door to Pop’s house. “You were so lost when I came over to your apartment that day. It was the day I thought you wanted me to move to California.”