Vic sat ram rod straight as her exposed shoulder bumped Volkov’s perfectly pressed suit while the car made its way out of the parking lot. She tried not to stare at Rocco, who sat directly across from her, a sleeping Maddelena sprawled out on the seat with her head in his lap and his jacket covering enough of her body that Vic was suddenly envious of her small stature. Vic could never remember a time she wanted the protection of a man but looking at Rocco cradle Maddelena so carefully made her stomach churn with longing for some reason, and she decided to attempt and distract herself from the more than hazardous thoughts she was beginning to have of Rocco Volkov. “Can I ask you a personal question sir,” she asked softly, glancing sideways at Volkov, who seemed pleasantly surprised by her.
“Please, ask me anything anytime Vic, as long as the occasion is appropriate,” he finished and although her knee jerk reaction was to ask him when it might not be an appropriate time she stuck to her
