Page 16 of Weston’s Treasure

“Chasin will go to your apartment and check it out, see if he can figure out who broke in and why. Holden’s going to the yard and he’ll pick up your stuff. While he’s there he can get a read on Matt and Rodger.”

“Get a read?”

“Yeah. Right now, everyone you work with is potentially the one that sold you out. Holden wants a face-to-face with everyone. Your stuff still being at work gives him the perfect excuse.”

“But Matt and Rodger won’t give it to him.”

“They will, he can be convincing. What’s the next message say?”

I looked back down and read the next three.

“Alec reported in, 1.5 mil in coke. He’s not happy there are three dead men, but happy with the bust.” Three dead men. Holy shit. Then the next. “McKenna is working on pulling traffic cams and any private CCV in the area.” McKenna? And the last. “I’m headed back to my place. McKenna put fresh sheets on your bed for Silver. Check in later. Meeting at the office 8 AM.”

So maybe McKenna wasn’t his woman—either that or she was crazy and didn’t care another woman was going to sleep in her man’s bed even if he wouldn’t be in it with me. I still didn’t know a woman alive who would be okay with that.

“What’d Micky say?” he asked.

“Who’s Micky?”

“McKenna.”

Gah. He even had a cool nickname for her. My belly swooshed and I was reminded again what an idiot I was. Weston was off-limits and I had to remember that. No matter how hot, how sweet he could be, how badly I wanted to ride on the back of his bike, how insanely good it felt to be in his arms, how desperately I wanted to know what his skin felt like under my palms.

I couldn’t ever do any of that.

7

Silver had gone quiet after she’d read the message and Weston knew it was a lot to process so he didn’t rush her. A man she barely knew was going to enter her home, albeit it was trashed, and among the rubble would be personal items. A second man she didn’t know was going to invade her space even more and go to her place of work and get her overnight bag and purse—if it was still intact.

So Weston gave her time. But when he stopped at another light he glanced over at her and gently asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah. No. I don’t know. Depends on what you’re asking about.”

Weston was surprised by her honesty and also thrilled she wasn’t hiding from him.

“Let’s start with Chasin going into your apartment.”

“I don’t care about that. Everything’s ruined. What’s he gonna see? My tampons all over the bathroom? Mildly embarrassing but whatever. My underwear thrown all over my room? I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure he’s seen women’s underwear.”

Jealousy and irrational bitterness bubbled in his gut, thinking about his friend seeing Silver’s panties. Weston had caught a glimpse of pink scraps of lace on Silver’s bedroom floor and he sure as fuck didn’t want his friend seeing them, let alone touching them.

“Maybe I should call Chasin and tell him I’ll go back tomorrow,” he grumbled.

“It’s whatever, seriously. Weston, I don’t care about anything in that apartment. Everything’s gonna be thrown away.”

Fuck, he hated that for her, hated the melancholy in her voice.

“So if you don’t care about that, then why do you look upset?”

She was quiet for a moment and he wished she’d hurry up before the light turned green and he couldn’t look at her when she answered.

“Will McKenna be upset I’m staying at your place?”

What the fuck? Why was she worried about McKenna?

“Why would McKenna care?”

Silver pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, a gesture that was so sexy when her teeth sank in and started to worry the corner of her mouth, all of Weston’s good intentions flew out the window. Not that there were windows in his Jeep—but the sentiment was the same.