Page 17 of Weston’s Treasure

Without thinking, he reached over and used his thumb on her chin to pull the abused lip free, then turned her face toward him. Wrong thing to do. When her hazel eyes met his, the electricity between them couldn’t be denied. Even looking wounded and forlorn, Silver was the sexiest woman Weston had ever seen.

“I’m gonna be sleeping in your bed.”

Weston still didn’t understand her concern but his cock jerked in his pants at the reminder. And if he had his way, he’d be in that bed with her sooner rather than later.

“I can promise you, Nix’s woman could care less who I take to my bed.”

“Nix’s woman?” Something flashed in Silver’s eyes, something that looked a hell of a lot like relief, and his cock took notice of that, too.

“Yeah, babe. McKenna is Nixon’s woman. They’re engaged. Micky also works for Gemini Group. She does all of our computer work.”

“Oh.”

Realization dawned. Fuck yeah. Silver had been worried McKenna was his. And by the look on her pretty face, she didn’t like that thought.

There was a lot Weston wanted to say, but none of it could be said while he was driving. It was a conversation that needed to be had when he had her undivided attention, and that wasn’t happening right now. But the conversation would be had.

“What’d Micky say?” Weston prompted when the light turned green.

Unfortunately with his concentration back on the road, he lost sight of Silver. But not before he saw her look back down at his phone.

“Working on traffic cams. But I want eyes and ears in the boatyard. We’ll work on that tomorrow. Please tell Silver if she needs anything me and Kennedy have her back.”

Weston thought about letting Silver sweat it out a bit wondering who Kennedy was, but that would be a dickhead move that’s only purpose would be to feed his ego, knowing Silver would be jealous.

“Kennedy is Jameson’s woman,” he told her. “He used to live at the farmhouse with us but moved in with Kennedy. So now it’s just me and Chasin in the house and Holden lives in his Airstream.”

Weston found the shopping center he was looking for and pulled in. There weren’t many options in Middletown, but in a pinch Silver could find the necessities.

“Holden lives in a trailer? Is there not enough room in the house?”

Weston found a spot, pulled in, engaged the emergency brake, and cut the engine.

“Don’t let Holden hear you call his baby a trailer.” Weston chuckled. “He’s crazy about that damn thing. When he bought it, it was junk. He spent two years between deployments and missions fixing it up.”

“Two years?”

“Yep. And by the time he was done, he’d spent enough money on the damn thing he could’ve put a down payment on a house.”

“Why did it take him so long?”

Her innocent question was not something he wanted to answer while sitting in his Jeep in front of a TJ Maxx. At least not fully.

“We were gone a lot,” he answered, and Silver seemed to understand his need for privacy.

“Right.”

Shit, maybe she didn’t understand.

“Not a conversation I want to have sitting in my Jeep.”

“I get it.”

“No, babe, you don’t. I’m not saying I won’t tell you. All I’m saying is it’s not something I want to talk about while we’re both hungry, and especially after the day you’ve had. We’ll table the conversation for another day when you’re not stressed out, worried, haven’t been held against your will, and my team’s not rummaging through your stuff.”

Silver’s face paled and Weston wanted to kick his own ass for being such an inconsiderate asshole. Not that he’d meant to be, but he certainly shouldn’t have brought up the day’s events.

“Silver, I—”