“I need a moment of your time,” Rocco said. “Let’s get to the dressing room early…if you can spare a minute away from him.” The hustle and bustle around them allowed for a moment of realness. “We’re still working an investigation here, in case you forgot.”
The expression on Ridley’s face as Rocco stormed off indicated he was as shocked by the outburst as Rocco himself had been. Ridley had likely called it early on in regards to Anastasia, assuming her bad attitude was the result of hurt feelings or a broken heart. Rocco recognized it in himself. He had put up a wall when his mother died. He’d reinforced it the moment he began to like Ridley, and now he added another layer of protection, another layer of sarcasm and anger, because the first one hadn’t worked. He more than liked Ridley despite it—and now he was jealous of Mikolas as well. There was no one with whom to share this epiphany, except Anastasia, so he went to her.
“Who hurt you?” he asked, the pair alone in her room.