Page 13 of Hidden Rocco
Perfect.
And as soon as she hit “purchase” her phone rang.
Julie, her secretary, who wanted to check in with her about the credit card order. Probably better to tell Julie about her houseguest before she saw the purchase history since Julie knew Mica was avoiding all men.
Mica would help Rocco,if he helped her, as that seemed fair. Jacob woke from his nap and Mica shook a rattle at her son, who smiled wide, then launched into her spiel, “I need ten extra-large t-shirts and 36 x 36 jeans,” both of her brother’s wore that size and she’d spent years sending them clothes, “ and pants to match, a jacket, size twelve boots, socks, and underwear.”
Rocco seemed similar to her brothers’ in size, and this was a good place to start. Mica could order different sizes if those didn’t quite fit.
Julie didn’t argue. She simply said, “Two hours.”
“Perfect.” Mica’s assistant had been hired to be out of sight and very competent. She knew that Julie would do the job asked with no questions.
Jacob cooed, and Mica was grateful that her son was strong and healthy. Mica was getting better, and her job was to keep him safe and happy, forever.
She gave her son a huge goofy smile and then told Julie, “Add a race car for Jacob—I think he’s ready to hold something.”
“On it,” Julie said. “Anything else?
“No. Thank you.” Mica then ended the call.
Mica caught a glance of herself in the wall mirror decided to take her hair out of the bun and switch it to a ponytail, which made her seem younger.
Being attractive wasn’t a bad thing.
Right?
Her pulse quickened at the idea of being near Rocco.
Which was strange. She hadn’t been attracted to any man in a while now. She’d stopped believing it was possible after giving birth.
But clearly that was wrong.
She pickedup her son from the bassinet and kissed his squishable cheeks that were now filling out even more. “Jacob, sometimes it’s best to help people who help you. Remember in the future that a good CEO gives people a reason to work hard.”
One day he’d understand her and it was better to talk to her son, always. She stood and saw her reflection in the wall mirror. Black jeans, black t-shirt. She looked like she was practicing ballet, her hair back. She settled Jacob on her hip. For one second she wondered if Rocco might… never mind. She didn’t need to wonder if he liked her as neither one of them were thirteen. Romance wasn’t on her radar anymore.
Her all-black outfit was meant for ease, and simple style.
She seemed too New York. Mica tore off the t-shirt and black jeans, grabbing a pair of blue denims and a red shirt.
Would this make her seem less leftover New Yorker, and more approachable? As she finished checking herself, her phone rang.
Her oldest brother. Raphael had already tried to get her home, and failed. She picked up the phone and winked at Jacob as she said, “Gabriel. I hadn’t thought you’d call me.”
Gabriel, four years her senior, always gave her more space. “You survived a storm.”
The weather. There was no way he could know about Rocco, because this chalet was under the family radar. Neither of her brothers cared about the family business, so his call had to be about their parents’ quest to get her back to New York, fast. She added some blush to her cheekbones. “It wasn’t anything really. We’re fine.”
“I don’t like you out there, on your own.”
Mica knew how to run a company and shoot a gun, but she’d been unable to help her older brother when he’d married a horrible woman who’d made him unhappy. The love of a good woman had returned him to life and brought him back to the family.
She put her makeup back on the counter in the bedroom area of her suite. Too much would be too obvious that she was trying. “I’m like you and Raphael. You both needed time to heal, alone, right?”
His gruff cough was a signal that he wouldn't argue too much. “Aren’t you worried Ali’s family will come for Jacob?”
She stood taller like she’d been challenged and said, “Yes, but I know how to shoot straight.”
