Page 106 of Weston’s Treasure

“Shit,” he grunted. “Easy, Silver, keep coming.”

When he finally had her out from under the Jeep he could see all of the abrasions from the pavement.

“Need to get Silver to the hospital!” Weston shouted.

“She hit?” Nixon asked, crouched behind him.

“I don’t need a hospital. I’m fine.”

“Silver, I took you down hard. Wasn’t thinking. Need to take you in to get checked out.”

“Weston—”

“The baby, Silver. We’re going in,” Weston growled, losing the last of his patience.

Silver’s face went pale and he heard Nix grunt from behind him, but he didn’t care Nix knew, he didn’t care they’d agreed to wait to tell everyone. At that moment, Weston didn’t give two fucks about anything or anyone except Silver and their baby.

“Okay,” Silver whispered.

“Go. Take Jameson with you. The rest of us will wait for Jonny.”

Jameson didn’t wait for direction, he jumped into the driver’s seat, started the Jeep, and waited for Weston to get Silver into the back. Once Weston was in and had Silver wrapped in his arms, Jameson took off.

“Oh my God,” Silver muttered, and Weston followed her eyes to the demolished SUV.

Bullet holes riddled the side and the windows were blown—a total loss.

“It’s just a car, babe.”

“It’s…no, it’s not. Someone tried to kill you. All of you.” Silver shoved her face into Weston’s neck. Tears, God, so many tears drenched his tee.

“You’re safe now, baby. Promise.”

“My dad,” she wailed. “I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t force you to lose us. Me and the baby. I’m so sorry, Wes—”

“Shh. Silver. Everything’s gonna be all right.”

Silver was silent the rest of the way to the hospital. Weston held her while she cried, his body strung tight, fear gripping his insides. Something pricked the back of his throat, making him swallow it back. Heat scorched his gut and burned his soul—Silver picked him.

She’d fought a mighty battle, and chose Weston and their child over saving her dad.

Weston knew Travis wouldn’t give up Dale in exchange for Silver. He knew that once Silver had shown up he would’ve killed them both. And if Silver would’ve been in the right frame of mind she would’ve known that, too. But she wasn’t and didn’t and she still chose Weston.

Jameson pulled up in front of the emergency exit, Weston jumped out, and carefully lifted Silver out.

“Be right in.” Jameson didn’t wait for a response as he pulled away.

Weston ushered Silver into an empty waiting room and went directly to the reception desk.

“My fiancée’s pregnant and had a fall. She needs to be checked out immediately.”

An older woman with perfectly coiffed, white hair and hot-pink rimmed glasses that would’ve normally made Weston chuckle looked from him to Silver and she smiled sweetly.

“Come on back, lovely, let’s get you checked out. Through that door over there.”

The woman motioned to the left and two double doors opened.

Weston didn’t delay shuffling them through the door. The woman met them in the hall, did a full-body scan of Silver, and Weston watched her flinch.