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“Take a chance, babe.”

What the hell, why not? What’s the worst that could happen? My heart shatters into a trillion pieces and I’m forever ruined and live a life full of cats and misery? I was already destined for that anyway, so what difference did it make? At least I’d have a few good memories.

“Okay.”

Before I could take a full breath and grasp the gravity of my acceptance, Weston’s hand was in my hair, his lips were on mine, and his other hand was on my cheek.

All of that felt nice, but when his tongue pushed in my mouth and he took the kiss straight to hungry, it went from nice to really fucking great.

Scary-great.

Crazy-great.

Desperate-great.

I should’ve played it cool, held something back but I couldn’t. I didn’t know how not to show him how into him I was. How into our kiss. How much I wanted to believe he wouldn’t hurt me.

So I showed him all of those things and I knew he understood them when he growled against my lips and pulled away.

“Just stick with me, Silver, and you’ll see.”

“See what?” I muttered, my lips moving against his, the way his had against mine when he’d spoken.

“You’ll see that I’m right.”

“About what?”

“All of it, sweetheart.”

My heart was beating triple time and I stopped asking questions. I knew what he thought he was right about. He thought I was worth something. He thought I was treasure.

And I wanted to be that, I wanted him to be right. But I wasn’t ready to believe.

15

Weston was damn near giddy when he’d walked Silver across the street to the office. And that was a first. The first time he’d ever felt that and the first time he’d ever thought a pussy word like giddy.

But that’s what he was. He was dizzy with lust, off-balance with what he was feeling for Silver, and happy she’d said she was going to take a chance.

He was on limited time getting her to trust him and Weston knew it was going to be a hard-won battle, but he knew she was worth the effort. Looking back, he’d known for months the woman was under his skin, even denied it when Nixon had called him out on it. But thinking back, he’d enjoyed every bit of their banter—even the arguments.

Most people didn’t stand up to Weston. While he was in the Navy, even men who were higher up in rank cowed under his stare, and didn’t dare question him while in the field. And the women he’d been with were all too happy to take a SEAL home for the night just to say they fucked him. There was no challenge, no arguments, no backbone.

But Silver wanted not one thing to do with him when they’d met and she’d called him an asshole within the first ten minutes they’d been in each other’s company. He should’ve known right then, it was love at first sight.

Maybe not romantic love, but he’d certainly fallen in love with her toughness and spirit.

Weston stopped to unlock the door and saw Silver shiver, reminding him fall had arrived and it was time to put the doors and top back on his Jeep. Not that he minded the cold, preferred it, actually. But if Silver was going to have her ass planted in his Wrangler, and he planned on having her in it frequently, he didn’t want her cold.

She was also looking around and not doing a very good job at hiding that she was searching the area.

“No one’s gonna hurt you,” Weston reminded her.

“I know. I was just looking around. The first time I was here I wasn’t paying attention.” Silver’s cheeks flushed and Weston fought back a chuckle.

The first time she’d been to the office was to bust his balls. Silver had been madder than a hornet and had let him have it. After she’d said her piece and got her pound of flesh, she’d turned and stomped out of the office without allowing Weston to respond. That scene had played out in front of Nixon, McKenna, Jameson, and Kennedy. As soon as Silver had slammed the door behind her all eyes were on Weston waiting for an explanation. He didn’t give them one, he was too ticked off. He also hadn’t gone after Silver, something he should’ve done. Instead, he allowed her to walk out and drive away. That had been a mistake.

“It’s beautiful,” she continued.