Page 42 of Weston’s Treasure

“He’s right,” Silver mumbled. “I really want to go, but I don’t want to put either of you in danger.”

Weston was happy Silver was taking the threats against her seriously but he hated it all the same. Hated that she was in danger to begin with, hated that her life was disrupted, and hated even more that she looked scared again.

“Next time,” McKenna continued.

“Next time,” Silver confirmed.

“Rumor has it you’re a maritime expert.” McKenna changed the subject. “While I’m waiting for my searches into your coworkers to finish I started looking at the maps and waterways more closely. I could use some help if you’re up to it.”

Once again Silver glanced in his direction, but this time warmth didn’t take over—it had already settled deep. It was something more. Something Weston would have to ponder to figure out, but it felt a lot like tranquility.

He came out of his stupor and nodded. “We’ll be here at least a few hours. Nix and I will be in the conference room working.”

“I’d love to help,” Silver said and followed McKenna down the short hall toward the back stairs.

Weston wished they were at a place where he could call Silver back and demand a kiss before she left his side. But they weren’t—not yet. However as soon as they were, he was making that a rule.

“It looks good on you,” Nix said when the women disappeared.

“What does?”

“Her under your skin.”

Weston wasn’t sure if it looked good, but it sure as fuck felt good. So damn good he planned on keeping her there.

“Right,” Weston mumbled.

Weston didn’t wait for his friend to follow or for his laughter to die down, he left Nix in the reception area to deal with the puppies and made his way into the conference room.

By the time Nix had contained Tank and Axel, Weston already had the thick file Alec had brought with him that morning opened and its contents spread over the table.

“What’d Alec say to you outside?”

“Head check.”

Weston didn’t need to say more, his friend would know exactly what that meant.

“I’m concerned the DHS is jacking him around,” Nixon said, settling his large form into a chair. “If they pull the plug, the contract’s void and we’ll get the stand-down order.”

“Yep,” Weston returned.

“You got no intention of standing down?” Nix surmised.

“Fuck, no.”

Homeland could scratch the operation but it wouldn’t hinder Weston’s investigation. He wouldn’t stop until Silver was safe.

“Could get sticky,” Nix noted.

“Probably.”

“If they pull the contract we’ll deal. You know we’ll have your back.”

“I know.”

Nixon chuckled at Weston’s curt response. But really, what else was there to say? Weston knew his team would be at his side. Never doubted it.

“She the one?”