“I knew you two would hit it off.”

“Really? You never mentioned him before I moved in. And then you only said he was a decent enough neighbor who didn’t make too much noise below you.”

“All true.” Her aunt chuckled. “Didn’t hurt that he’s handsome, intelligent, and well-off financially.”

“Oh? He’s on a break from work, from what I know.” She lowered her voice. “But he’s an LMFT. He can’t be a bazillionaire.” Not working as a therapist.

“Still on a break? I figured he’d be back to work by now. Talk about slacking.”

“What?”

Rosie laughed but didn’t answer. “I’m glad you’re doing well, socially. But honey, that boss and the extra job you’re not getting paid for need to go.”

“I know.”

“Speaking of needing to go… Your mother. Is she still being a pushy bitch?”

“Aunt Rosie,” Justine said, sputtering with laughter.

“That’s a yes, then.”

“Kind of. I just… I wish Mallory wasn’t marrying Ted. She’s too good for him.”

“But it’s her choice. Just like it was Angela’s to follow your dad into business and marry the man he approved of. Good old Scott. What a gem,” Rosie said dryly. “And now they’re trying to procreate, you say?”

“Yep. And Mallory will be soon enough. She’s getting married next week, you know. Eight more days.”

“I wish I could be there.” Pause. “No, I really don’t. But I’ll get her a nice wedding gift and celebrate it when I get back. But enough about your idiot sister.”

Justine tried but couldn’t quell her wide grin, glad no one could see it.

“What do you think of the other tenants? That Adam in 1A, he’s a cutie, isn’t he? And Benji? Geeky but sweet.”

“Everyone’s actually really nice. We had the most amazing water balloon fight.”

It was some time later before she realized she’d been talking to Rosie for a good half hour. “Oh shoot. I need to go. Send pictures of your handsome Italian men, and call me next week, would you?”

“For my favorite niece, anything. Ciao, bella!” Her aunt made a kissy sound and disconnected.

Justine rushed out of bed and threw on an oversized shirt and shorts. She found Xavier in his boxer briefs drinking coffee in her kitchen.

“I’m so sorry. Aunt Rosie was on the phone.”

He gave her wide smile. “How’s Rosie doing? I miss her.”

“She’s great. Breaking hearts left and right, I’m sure. And giving everyone unasked for advice.”

“That’s the Rosie Gallo I know.” He chuckled and sipped his coffee. “Want a cup?

“Sure.” She watched him move around her aunt’s kitchen, amused. “You sure do know your way around this place.”

“Rosie and I have spent many a morning drinking coffee and realizing how people should be living their lives.”

“Oh?”

He cleared his throat. “Um, yeah, you know. Gossiping about our neighbors.”

“Aunt Rosie has opinions and she’s not afraid to share. She could give Aunt Truth a run for her money.”