Page 93 of Weston’s Treasure

I was no longer embarrassed that Chasin had obviously heard us having sex. I was too busy feeling something I’d only felt a few times in my life, all of them recently, and all of them when I’d been around Weston and his team—belonging.

So now as we were driving to Jameson and Kennedy’s I wasn’t worried, not even a twinge of trepidation.

“I know,” I answered.

Weston glanced at me, shock clear on his handsome face.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck what?”

“You’re not worried.”

“Nope. Why would I be? You’d never take me somewhere where I felt uncomfortable.”

“Fuck,” he repeated, and I didn’t ask again what that meant.

I’d spent some time alone in my bed while I was at work thinking on the time I’d spent with Weston. Even way back to the first time I’d met him. I knew then, too, but I was too stubborn to admit it. Weston had always been looking out for me. And now more than ever, I trusted him. Not only with my heart but my well-being. I knew unequivocally he’d never hurt me.

And in that time I spent in my head trying to work out why I behaved the way I did, I also promised myself I’d do everything I could do to prove to Weston I was worth it.

* * *

It was after dinner, and it’s worth noting, Kennedy could cook. Not only was the roast she made the best I’d ever eaten, but all the fall vegetables she’d served were fresh out of her impressive garden. And, she had beehives. How cool was that? While we’d been waiting for Holden and Alec to show, Kennedy had walked me through the rows of vegetables pointing out the different varieties of lettuce and cabbage. She had beets, beans, garlic, pumpkins, and squash. Finally, we’d made it to the far end of her property and she showed me the bee boxes.

So now, it was just the four of us women in the house. The guys—plus the two cutest German Shepherd puppies I’d ever seen—had gone outside to the back deck. But not before Weston had checked to make sure I was okay with him communing with his team, thus taking him away from me.

I loved that he’d checked. I loved what it said. And I loved even more that I was right—Weston was always looking out for me. I, of course, had no problems with him going outside leaving me with the girls.

I found that Kennedy just like McKenna had been, was extremely friendly and welcoming. Mandy had been a little shy at first, but she’d quickly opened up. And Zack? Holy smokes, he was a mini-Nixon. I wasn’t sure if that meant good things for McKenna having a badass and a mini-badass-in-training in the same house, but she was over-the-moon happy, so I guess it was a good thing.

“What’s left to plan for the wedding?” Kennedy asked, bringing a new bottle of wine to the table.

“Nothin’,” McKenna answered.

“Nothing?”

“Please,” Mandy started. “This is Micky we’re talking about. Not only is everything planned, but if that plan goes to hell, she’ll just roll with it and not care.”

I found that interesting. McKenna struck me as laid back, but I figured any bride would get freaked if the plan for her wedding day went to hell.

“It’s just family.” McKenna paused and zeroed in on me. “Weston reminded you to ask for the day off, right?”

He had and so had McKenna—twice. Something that I was having a hard time processing, because as she’d said, the wedding was just family and I was included in that.

“Yeah. I’ll go back to work a day late. Thankfully my boss should be back from vacation so I don’t have to switch with anyone.”

“Awesome. Everything is set. We’re getting hitched in the back pasture then we’ll go back up to the farmhouse where a tent will be set up for the reception.”

“Why are you getting married on the farm and not at your place? Weston says it’s beautiful,” I asked, bringing my wine glass to my lips.

The cool, crisp white wine filled my mouth and I froze, unsure if I should swallow, spit it back into the glass, or rudely rush to the bathroom.

Before I could figure out what to do, McKenna started speaking, and with no other choice, I swallowed.

Shit.

“The farm is where Nix grew up. The land means something to him. He used to work up that pasture with his dad. He didn’t say it, he never would because Nix wants me to have whatever I want, but I know us saying our vows there on that farm will be like having his dad with us. And I want that for Nix—for us. I want Wayne a part of our day even if it’s only in spirit.”