“I have to get home to Rocco.” Sky’s tone said, You know that.

What was this weird tension between them? Jinx was obviously into her, so why did she keep throwing up roadblocks?

“Bring him,” Jinx said. “We’ll go to Shirley’s.”

Interest flared in her eyes. What kid didn’t want to eat dinner in a classic car from the Fifties, while watching a movie? The place was set up like a drive-in movie theatre, only indoors.

“That place sounds so fun,” Rosie said. “I haven’t been there yet. I’ll bet Rocco loves it.”

“He does.” Skylar gave Jinx a look that said, As you obviously know. “Sure. Let’s go. But I have to pick him up from my mom’s, so I’ll meet you there.” She snapped the photo album closed. “Can I take this with me?”

“Yep. I made it for you guys.”

“I’ll get us a table.” Jinx took off.

As Skylar fished her keys out of her tote, Rosie said, “Why are you so hard on him? He obviously likes you.”

“Because he wants to date me.” She said it like he’d asked if he could tie her up and stuff her in his trunk.

“What’s so bad about that?” Rosie laughed. “He seems like a great guy.”

“I have a three-year-old. I work full-time, while trying to be there for my son when he’s awake. I have no time—or interest—in a relationship right now.”

“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be nice to have a partner?” Rosie asked. “Someone to share your life with?”

There was no missing the longing in Sky’s eyes. Brodie had never seen that side of her. “Right now, I’m sharing my life with Rocco. But, if I ever do decide to date, it sure as hell won’t be a drifter.”

“I thought you said he’s been here a year.” Rosie looked to Brodie for confirmation.

Brodie nodded.

“And before that, he was flying around the country doing private custom jobs. He’s probably got itchy feet, dying to move on to the next job.”

“Or maybe he’s decided to put down roots,” Rosie said.

Skylar headed toward the French doors. “I’ll let some other woman be the test project. Jinx Costello is literally the last person I would ever date.”

“I don’t want to leave.” Having just come out of the bathroom, Rosie stood there in a sexy robe that ended at the tops of her thighs. Her hair dripped onto the silky fabric.

Brodie couldn’t take his eyes off her. I don’t want you to leave.