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“She’s the only girl you’ve ever brought home that I actually like.”
He gives me a side-eye. “If this elevator plummets to the ground, it’ll be far less torturous than having to listen to you,” he grumbles, pushing the button as I grin, the doors closing on us.
“Famous last words.” I chuckle.
* * *
We manage to get up to Rocco’s suite without killing each other.
Their little dog, Charlie, meets us at the door. He gives us a lone, loud woof before he deems us worthy of entry and then proceeds to jump around for attention as Sloane greets us.
I lean down to pat the little guy, and when he’s satisfied he’s had my attention, he starts on Fynn.
“How are you guys?” She asks tentatively, telling Charlie to behave himself.
Fynn scoops him up and gives him a ruffle on the head and behind the ears while he licks his face.
“As good as can be expected.” I shrug.
“Did Vaughn dial in yet with his findings?”
“Yeah, just now,” I say as we walk through to the expansive main living and dining area.
It’s then that both Fynn and I stop in our tracks.
Sure enough, Rocco sits on the couch, and Sage settles next to him in her work uniform, asking him some questions with a clipboard.
Charlie bounces out of Fynn’s grasp and runs back over to the couch. He jumps onto Rocco’s lap, proceeding to poke his little head in, in case he’s missing out on something.
“Charlie, get down!” Sloane chastises, though she hardly sounds fierce.
I watch Fynn take a long, deep breath as he stares at Sage. There was a chance she was going to be here. He knew this.
She glances up and looks straight at Fynn. I see her swallow hard.
“Umm… Hi, guys,” she says a little too brightly. She glances from him to me and then back to Rocco.
“Hey, Sage.” Fynn offers, walking over to the two-seater couch opposite them and flopping down like he’s oh-so-cool and couldn’t care less.
“Hi,” I say to her, nodding towards Roc. “How’s the big guy doing?”
“The big guy is just fine,” Rocco grumbles. “I can still talk, you know.”
I laugh to myself. “Good to see you’re back to your normal self so soon.”
“He’s doing fine. He’s fortunate he wasn’t any closer to the blast,” Sage tells us. “He’ll make a full recovery if he listens and rests.”
I glance at Sloane, who visibly winces. She moves over to the end of the sofa where Sage and Rocco are seated and perches herself on the end.
“You know how many goddamned times I’ve been told how lucky I am in my life?” He gives Sage a side-eye. “Still haven’t fucking won the lottery, have I?”
Fynn and I chuckle because, with Rocco, you can’t fucking help it. He’s a man of few words. Although when he does talk, it’s usually something worth listening to.
“Did Angelo send you up here?” he asks after a moment, giving me a menacing glare. Then there’s Fynn sitting in silence with his arms folded across his chest. Nothing suspicious.
“Sure did,” Fynn says. “He wants you to take it easy, and it looks as if Nurse Nancy is doing just that.”
Sage shoots him a glare. “If that was supposed to be an insult, you’d better up your game.”
