“These are for you," Roscoe announced, smiling warmly. “It's a nice tradition I've picked up. Adds a touch of celebration, doesn't it?"

Gratitude warmed Nicole, and her smile was genuine as she inhaled the scent of the roses. It was a surprise that buoyed her mood. Flowers, after all, had a certain charm, and this bouquet was no exception.

Nicole had weathered many storms, but now she stood resilient, ready to embrace joy without a backward glance.

On their drive, Roscoe inquired about her dinner preferences, “What's your preference for dinner?"

Nicole answered without much thought, "I'm easy to please," her eyes briefly skimming the news on her phone.

They arrived at a restaurant that was a quiet oasis in the evening bustle. Once settled at their table, the meal was served promptly, each dish a blend of lightness and flavor.

Roscoe broached a different subject. "I've been looking into Jarrod's situation," he mentioned. "The Hamptons have taken some hard hits lately. With the recent Lowe incident, they're backed into a corner. We've got enough evidence to make a solid case this time."

Nicole's ease wouldn't come until Jarrod's fate was sealed. After all, Jarrod had a knack for turning the tides in the Schultz family's favor, skyrocketing them to prominence in no time.

Jarrod's talent for converting setbacks to wins made Nicole wary of bringing Austin to her side, suspecting Jarrod might still have tricks at hand.

With the court date on the horizon, Nicole's anxiety mounted day by day. "We can't lose sight of what's happening in the Hamptons now," she said, a gentle nudge in her tone.

Dragging Roscoe into the fray hadn't been Nicole's plan, yet his decision to expose the Watts’ and Schultzes' illicit activities meant he was now deeply involved. Their focus had shifted to safeguarding those close to them.

"I have it covered," Roscoe reassured her.

Wanting to steer away from somber topics, Nicole aimed to inject a bit of levity. "Hasn't your father been playing matchmaker for you lately?" she asked with a playful smile.

Roscoe gave a small smile. "He's tried a few setups, if only to keep off my back."

Reading the nuances in his face, Nicole felt a wave of empathy. “So none worked out?" she inquired gently. “I really think you should look for someone. Better not remain single like me."

Love had once left Nicole so scarred that she had shut its door permanently.

Roscoe's gaze held a complex blend of yearning and caution. "Can't you see how much you mean to me?" He'd never been so drawn to others all the while.

“I'm aware, and that's exactly why I'm telling you this," Nicole said, her posture firm. She knew some matters demanded confrontation for clarity.

She addressed him with a note of solemnity, "Roscoe."

Roscoe felt a twinge of worry at her serious tone. “There's no hurry,” he replied quickly. Nicole pressed on, t's not about haste. You should know I'm not planning to get married."