Page 7 of Weston’s Treasure

She was downright hostile and all Weston could think about was if they ever found themselves naked in his bed, it would be explosive. No, it would be uncontrollable. Volatile. A chain reaction of obscene passion that would have catastrophic consequences. Weston knew without a doubt one time with her wouldn’t be enough.

She’d ruin him.

Hell, she already had.

His dick now thought bitchy was the new sexy.

“Any of your coworkers? Your boss? Was someone watching you when you parked? Anything,” Weston prompted.

“No. I was on day two of my rotation and everything was normal. Matt and Rodger were on with me and they both were acting normal.” Silver stopped speaking but jerked her body to attention. “Oh my God.”

“What?” Nix snapped.

“Work… Matt and Rodger… the ship. That’s beyond dangerous, that ship cannot just be left there, a cargo—”

“Relax, Silver—”

“Relax? Have you lost your mind? The cargo traffic through the canal is heavy. A yacht cannot be left unattended to drift down—”

“If you would stop interrupting me, I could explain. Alec Hall has already taken possession of the ship,” Weston explained.

“But my job—”

“As of today, you’re taking a leave of absence.”

Silver’s gaze cut to Weston and she tried her best to intimidate him. Silly woman. It would take more than her pretty hazel eyes and dirty look to make him back down. But it was a cute try.

“I’m not taking a leave of absence. And Matt and Rodger have to be wondering where I’m at.”

“Alec took care of that, too,” Nixon cut in. “As far as your coworkers are concerned, you got sick and were rushed to the hospital. And Weston’s right, as of now you’re on sabbatical. We’ll figure out what excuse you’re gonna give, but I think you should go with illness, since they already think you’re in the hospital.”

“That’s crazy,” she protested.

“No. What’s crazy is you not taking the threat seriously,” Weston told her.

“But we don’t know…” Silver stopped speaking and frowned.

As shocking as it was, and it was astonishing, she looked like she was at a loss for words.

“You’re right,” she relented, and it looked painful for her to admit.

So, the woman did have it in her to be reasonable, she just chose to be a pain in the ass.

Good to know.

Weston wasn’t sure what to do with this piece of information and as much as he wanted to celebrate that he’d won, he knew better. Silver was like a opossum—playing dead, but really she was lying in wait so she could claw you and scratch your eyeballs out when your defenses were down.

For now, he’d keep his mouth shut and eyes open.

“What now?” she asked.

“Now we wait for Alec,” Nixon interjected. “The only good part about today is someone’s gonna be pissed their coke wasn’t delivered. Hopefully, they’re pissed enough to slip up.”

“What does slip up mean?” Silver continued.

“It means, so far whoever’s on the receiving end of the shipments has been careful and we can’t get a lock on the leader. A lieutenant picks it up from the dock, distributes it to the captains, from there it gets cut, packaged, then given to the street soldiers for distribution,” Weston explained. “We’ve identified everyone but the head of the organization and until we do we can’t move in.”

“And you think someone knows I figured out what they’re doing?”