Page 37 of Hidden Rocco
She laughed, finishing the second bowl as she said, “You know who you are, Rocco, and don’t mind holding a baby to help a woman.”
Yet at this moment she was doing his job, and Mica somehow became even sweeter. “Jacob will grow up to be a man who is worthy of you.”
A grin grew on her face as she started on the silverware. “See, your humble nature is far more attractive than a royal pedigree.”
He headed to the refrigerator and found the vanilla ice cream and the bowls to serve dessert as he swore to himself he’d never hurt her.
Mica deserved protection and if by some miracle in heaven itself he remained free then he’d take a bullet for her and Jacob. “Attractive?”
“It’s not just your rough-around-the-edges, handsome face.” She finished with the dishes and turned off the faucet. “You took my armor from me and showed me that good men exist in the world.”
He stopped and put the container down as he met her stare. “So no more bad men in your life.”
“Not here, not today.” She took his hand. “I don’t want ice cream. I want you, here, with me.”
He swore like this was the day he'd promised the Marines to be all he could be and puffed out his chest. “I won’t let you down. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you and Jacob are safe.”
“I believe in you.”
If he was truly a free man, he’d found his angel. He knew better than to believe in fairy tales, but he leaned in, intending to kiss her cheek, but she turned and let him kiss her lips.
And he was lost in her perfection.
Chapter 11
Mica’s lips still had the taste of Rocco’s kisses that lingered as she woke.
She’d ached for him in a way she'd never wished for anyone, but he’d gone to his room, alone.
She couldn’t wait to see him again.
The thought of him brought her into the shower singing, and she danced as she shampooed and rinsed.
Mica went to the closet and settled on spring white pants and a teal t-shirt. No black today.
She dressed Jacob in a navy blue onesie that had a fake tie drawn in, though he was still bald.
Ready for a new day, she heard her phone beep and she quickly read the text that sent a shiver of nerves down her spine.
Mica picked up her son and headed downstairs to talk to Rocco.
She found him in the kitchen, standing near the oven, creating an omelet. His black jeans and light blue t-shirt fit his body perfectly.
His defined muscles made him even hotter, but she kept that thought to herself as she smiled and said, “Rocco, good morning.”
He flipped the omelet he’d cooked onto a plate. “I've made breakfast.”
He walked toward her and instantly she relaxed her shoulders from the smell of his lemon citrus shampoo—he was here, in her chalet, hopefully to stay a while. She took her seat and placed Jacob in the playpen as she said, “I received a text this morning.”
Rocco sat down. “And you’re worried?”
She was alert and awake now. Her cells were alive, and he read her clearly. Wow. Mica sat straighter and lifted her chin as she picked up her fork. “Yeah, Julie said someone tried to hack into her computer.”
He didn’t blink and his huge brown eyes had an intensity that somehow made her calm. “Did she unplug it?”
She shook her head, not knowing the answer. “Good question, but the issue for me is my current address.”
She bit into the omelet but Rocco didn’t. Instead he put his fork down and folded his hands in front of him. “So, do you want to go somewhere else and not tell Julie?”
