Page 63 of The Billionaire's Vow

“These are different,” I signed to him.

“Lola inspired those paintings,” he said.

My brows rose. “Lola?”

“My girlfriend.”

He pointed to a framed photo of a pretty woman seated beside him on a bench outside.

I puzzled. “She doesn’t live here?”

He shook his head and signed. “She’s an art therapist.”

I cocked a brow and signed. “How did you meet?”

“On an outing,” he signed. “Lola loved my work. We talked, and one thing led to another.”

I peered at him. “Did she make the background clearance?”

Jacob rolled his eyes and signed. “Of course. Don’t be a downer about everything like Mama.”

I winced.

“What did you say?” Rocco asked.

“Sorry, she’s beautiful,” I told Jacob before responding to Rocco. “He said I was being negative like my mother about his new girlfriend.”

Rocco nodded in agreement to Jacob, and Jacob held up a clenched fist, which Rocco bumped.

I cringed and signed. ‘Bro-bonding,? Rocco? Come on.”

Jacob laughed, and the sound warmed my heart. We all joined in laughing.

“My favorite show is on, and I’m starving. Do you guys have time to watch it and eat lunch with me?” Jacob asked us.

I glanced at Rocco, and he nodded in agreement.

“Yes, let’s do it,” I said and signed.

Rocco laughed and I signed for him. They chatted throughout the show, with Rocco telling him about creating sets and even promising to give Jacob a tour of his production studio one day.

Rocco and Jacob moved on to playing a video game after the show, which I had no idea he knew how to play. However, he was no match for Jacob, who was an expert, and he won most of their games.

My heart expanded seeing Jacob able to use more of his frozen hand. He also seemed more comfortable and relaxed, adopting a laid-back vibe I admired.One day, I hope to become more like him.

The lights flashed in the room, and Pat walked back in. “We have to go to a medical appointment. Sorry.” Yarwood Springs had a routine and kept all their clients on a schedule.

“So you’re now married. Where are you going on a honeymoon?” Jacob signed.

“Mustique Island,” Rocco answered.

I peered at him skeptically. “I thought we were going to The Maldives?”

Rocco pulled me into a hug. “Only if we can have privacy there.”

Jacob joined in laughing and signed. “You should decide before you go.”

I laughed and went to him, kissing him a dozen times and giving him many hugs. It’s what I always do, so I stored up a bunch until I saw him again.

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