Rosie sat alone at her work station waiting for her cooking class to begin. She took a look at the recipe card the instructor had handed out. Today they'd be making chocolate mousse cake. She already knew how to cook that, probably better than most.

Jack may have been right, this cooking class was a dumb way to meet men. It was tough out there though! She wasn't one for clubs or going to bars. Her best chance was to meet a nice man at church, but the male population was rather small there at the moment. It was either this or the co-ed fitness class at the gym. This seemed easier. Her luck, she'd met a dreamy guy at the gym that was either too into his own looks and or obsessed with working out. Neither one worked for her.

"Fancy meeting you here," a young man with a warm voice spoke next to her.

"Well hello again. It's Leland isn't it?" Rosie smiled at the cute dark haired police officer she'd met last week.

"Lee actually. Mind if I sit with you again?"

"Not at all. In fact I was hoping you would."

"Well good, that worked out nicely then didn't it." She nodded. "What are we cooking tonight?"

"Chocolate mousse cake."

"Yum, I'm starving!"

A couple hours later Rosie and Lee left the Learning Center together. Neither one was ready to part of the night, so they grabbed coffee from the nearest Starbucks and took a walk around through the park.

"So Rosemary Leveaux, tell me about yourself," Lee asked with a grin.

"Oh there's so much to share!" she laughed. "What would you like to know?"

"Let's see, so far all I know is that you like to cook, and look beautiful in red. Anything else you think I should know?"

Rosie blushed. "First off, my friends call me Rosie."

"Are we friends now?"

"Sure, Leland Coulter. We are friends."

"Good. And my friends call me Lee."

"Alright Lee, I'm a high school drama teacher."

"Really? I can see that about you. Did you use to act on stage?"

"I did, yes. For a number of years."

"What brought you to Philadelphia?"

"I grew up here. I just love this place. I traveled for a while doing different shows here and there but in the end, this is home. What about you Lee?"

"I'm not as interesting as a stage. I grew up here too. I've been working for the Philly police department for a few years now."

"That's exciting!"

"It can be. Other days… not so much." He shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed. Thinking about Trevor and Elizabeth.

Rosie's phone ding in her back pocket. She read the text and turned to Lee. "Remind me I have to stop somewhere before I head home."

"Can do. Where do you have to go?"

"I'm going to drop off some of the leftover cake with Jack. Otherwise I'll eat it all and have to join a gym."

"Is Jack your...?"

"Oh! No no, he's my brother-in-law." She held up her phone. "I love him dearly though he can be quite a pain sometimes."

"How so?" Lee laughed.

"I've been trying to help him and he just won't let me."

"Help him how?"

Rosie sighed, "My sister was killed 3 years ago. Car crash."

"Oh Rosie, I'm so sorry!"

"Thanks, it's been hard for all of us but Jack especially. I'm trying to get him to put himself out there and date again. He's such a wonderful guy."

"How wonderful?"

"Why Lee Coulter, are you jealous already?" she giggled.

"No not all. In fact, I may be able to help you."

…...

Rosie got out of her car and ran up the front steps of Jack's house, letting herself in.

Jack jumped clear off the couch and the sound of the "intruder".

"Rosie, what in the world?!"

"I'm going on a date!"

"Great. I'm happy for you." He shook his head and sat back down on the couch, turning his focus back to the ball game that was on.

"It gets better! You're coming with me!"

"Excuse me? I'm going with you where?"

"On a date. You know, dress up, eat fancy food, converse with someone."

"I know what a date is but you're nuts if you think I'm dating you."

"Dating me? Oh don't be silly, Jack. We're doubling!"

"What? No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"What's going on?" Hunter asked coming down the stairs in his batman pjs, stuffed dog in hand.

"Nothing bud, it's just crazy Rosie. Go back to bed."

"Oh, okay. Night night Rosie."

"Night sweetheart! Now Jack about the date…"

"You mean the one I am not going on?"

"No, the one you're going on. Please, Jack?"

Jack sat back down on the couch, his head in his hands. "Why are you doing this, Rosie?"

She looked at him, so sad and frustrated. It was time she told him why she was pushing so hard "Because I promised her you'd be okay."

That got Jack's attention. "When?"

"At the church the night before your wedding." She walked over and sat next to Jack. "Brenna and I were sitting up in the front pew watching you talk with your brother and dad. She was telling me how lucky she was and how happy she was to be marrying her best friend."

Jack sat there, hanging on her every word.

"She asked that if anything ever happened to her…" She paused as her voice began to crack. "I promised that I'd look out for you. That I'd help you to move forward. She knew how much you loved her Jack. She knew you'd never want to move on."

Jack stood up, walking over to the mantle. A small tear escaped his eyes as he looked at the picture from their wedding day. They had been so happy. Nothing but happy thoughts for their future.

"She wants you to be happy, Jack. To love someone and to be loved." Rosie took a tissue from the box next to the couch, wiping her own tears away.

"This is what she wanted?" he asked turning around.

"Yes."

THE NEXT DAY, THE PRECINCT

Lee moved over next to Elizabeth and waited. "Yes, Officer Coulter, what can I do for you?"

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Uh, watching movies with Snowy while eating a pint of mint chocolate chip?"

"Wrong. Let's get dressed up and go to the new Chinese restaurant down on Main. What do you say?"

"I don't know, Lee. I've been looking forward to a little Rear Window and ice cream. You can join me if you want."

"As much as I like a good Hitchcock film, we should go to dinner."

"When you say dressed up, what do you mean?" She got nervous. She owned one dress and it was over ten years old. Trevor never cared if she wore a dress so she never bothered to look for any.

"Something other than your uniform and yoga pants."

"Lee, I own one dress and no heels. I can't wear a dress with loafers or tennis shoes."

"Let's go get you some heels."

"You want to buy me heels? What's going on? Why so desperate to get me to go to dinner?"

"I'll help you pick them out, and a dress. This can be part of your turning over a new leaf." She stared at him for a moment.

"Lee Coulter, what's going on?"

"Why does something have to be going on for us to get dressed up and go to dinner?"

"Because in the three years I've known you, we've never once gone out to dinner."

"You were engaged, Beth." He had a point.

"Fine, but I'm not buying heels and you'll have to be ok with my out of style dress."

"Great! I'll pick you up at six. Oh, and wear your hair down."

"Why? It looks fine like this."

"Please, humor me. Maybe some makeup." He immediately regretted the makeup request and not just because she gave him the death stare. He was afraid she would figure out what he was doing.

"I don't even own makeup, Lee Coulter. I like the natural look." He darted his eyes toward her. He couldn't deny she was beautiful without makeup and with her hair pulled back. She was still beautiful in her uniform or her yoga pants, but like a sister. Like his good friend, not like someone he would date.

"There's a drug store on fifth."

LATER, ELIZABETH'S HOUSE

Elizabeth found the black dress in the back of her closet. She found a lot of things in there including a few pairs of dress pants and dressy blouses she hadn't thought about in forever. She hadn't really looked in that part of her closet since Trevor died when she stopped attaching importance to how she looked and started wearing t-shirts and yoga pants.

She was in a funk and maybe getting out was really going to help. She held the dress in front of her and looked at her reflection. "What do you think, Snow? Not too old looking, right?"

Snowy lay on her bed and looked at her, purring.

"It's just Lee."

She changed, slipping on the pantyhose that she had bought at the drug store where she had picked up her lipstick, mascara, and eye shadow.

"Here goes nothin," she whispered to herself as she applied her makeup and tamed her curls with a flat iron.

When she was done, she opened her top dresser drawer and took out her thin gold bracelet, slipping it over her hand.

She looked at her reflection again, this time she almost didn't recognize herself. She looked like her old self, the one she used to know. The one she thought had been lost along with Trevor.

The doorbell rang and she took a deep breath and answered it.

"Beth? Wow! You look amazing."

….

Jack stood staring at the contents of his closet. He was supposed to pick up Rosie in an hour for their double date. Trouble was, he had no idea what he was doing.

"This is ridiculous…" he muttered under his breath. He pulled two random shirts out and held them up in front of the mirror.

Hunter came in from his room and stared at Jack. He found the whole thing confusing. Almost immediately after they'd gotten home that day, Jack started randomly grumbling under his breath. The only words Hunter could clearly decipher were "Rosie" and "crazy".

"Jack, why do I have a babysitter tonight?"

Jack hung the shirts over a chair and had Hunter come sit with him on the bed.

"Because tonight I'm going out with Rosie and a couple of her friends."

"Why?"

"Rosie seems to think I don't get out enough, and thinks setting me up with a complete stranger is going to help with that."

"Why?"

"Because she's crazy." Hunter laughed. "She may not be completely wrong though." Jack sighed.

"But we go out lots of times. We go to the park, fishing, the zoo, and baseball games."

"I think she's more thinking about me getting out around other adults."

"Why? Adult stuff is boring."

"You have a point," Jack laughed as he hugged the boy.

As true as Hunter's statement could be, Jack had been missing having someone special in his life. Someone to hold on the couch and watch a movie with or simply to kiss goodnight. He wasn't sure he was exactly ready for something like that again but he did miss it.

Having Hunter around helped a little. He was a affectionate little boy who would hold Jack's hand as they walked through the city and always hugged him goodbye or goodnight. More importantly, he needed Jack about as much as Jack needed him. He loved his little bud so much, it was as if he was his own son.

"I don't have to have a babysitter, you know? I'm in kindergarten now. I can watch the house for us."

"I know, bud, but you're still pretty young. There should be an adult around just in case."

"Fine," he sighed. "Who is it this time?"

"My mom and dad."

"No way!" Hunter jumped up excited. "I'm going to pick out a movie!"

"You do that, bud." Jack couldn't help but smile at the boy. He was so grateful for the relationship his parents had with Hunter and their willingness to help out.

Every so often they'd take Hunter for the weekend so Jack could have time to himself. As much as he loved being a foster dad, he still needed time to recharge.

The door rang and Jack heard Hunter thunder down the stairs towards the door.

"Check and see who it is first!" Jack called after him.

"Okay." Hunter looked out the window. "It's Grammie Charlotte and Pop Tom! And they brought pizza!"

"There's the big man!" Tom said giving Hunter a bear hug as he entered. "So, what are we watching tonight?" Hunter held up the Lego movie. "Again? Really?" Thomas grumbled playfully.

"I know, but it's my favorite! Pleeease!"

Tom and Charlotte laughed. "How can I say no to that? Let's eat first, alright?"

"Ok! I'll get plates!"

While the men tended to dinner, Charlotte headed upstairs to find her son. She walked down the hall toward Jack's room. She peered through the doorway at her son. He looked handsome as ever, but also about as unsure of himself as a middle school aged boy.

"Well, don't you look nice," she smiled.

"You think this is alright?" He gestured from his dark pants up to his dress shirt and tie.

"I think you look very dashing."

"That's the idea right?" Jack teased. "Well, here goes nothing."