Page 94 of Weston’s Treasure

“Silver?” Kennedy called.

“Hmm?”

“You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I wiped my features clear of the panic bubbling inside of me, or at least I hoped I did and I answered.

“Yeah. Sorry. I just remembered something I forgot to do at work,” I lied then turned back to McKenna. “I think that’s beautiful, you wanting to give that to Nixon.”

Her intelligent eyes bore into mine for long moments before she glanced down at my still full wine glass then back to me. “Yeah, everything’s gonna be perfect.”

Conversation flowed around me about the wedding but I was too busy doing mental arithmetic to pay attention. My period was due. I was regular, like clockwork, and I always started first thing in the morning. I was concentrating so hard trying to remember exactly what day I was supposed to start and if I was actually late, I didn’t hear the guys come back into the house.

“Babe?” Weston called at the same time I felt his warm hand curl around the back of my neck.

“Hmm?”

“You ready?”

I craned my neck back and saw Weston gazing down at me, brown eyes full of apprehension.

“Yeah. I didn’t realize how late it was.”

“It’s not that late. You wanna stay and finish your wine?”

Think, think, think. One thing about me was, I sucked at lying and I super-sucked at it when I was put on the spot and needed to come up with something on the fly.

“Um. I…”

“I think lack of sleep from work has caught up to her,” McKenna saved me from formulating a fib.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I don’t get much sleep while I’m on rotation and I left Delaware at five this morning. I’m beat.”

That incidentally was the truth. I was tired, but that wasn’t why I was distracted.

“Please.” Kennedy waved her hand in front of her. “You’re not being rude. Go home and get some sleep. We have the two weeks to carve out some time and get together.”

“I’d like that,” I told her.

“Good. Then it’s a plan.”

Another thing to mention about Kennedy—not only was she friendly but she was stunning and when she smiled you knew down to your bones it was genuine.

We said our goodbyes, thankfully this endeavor took less time than it did when we’d left Weston’s parents’ house, and we hadn’t even pulled out of Jameson and Kennedy’s lane before Weston started in.

“Everything okay?”

I stayed silent for a beat wondering if now was the best time to bring up my maybe late period or if I should wait a few days. Deciding that Weston noticed everything and I totally sucked at hiding things from him, arguably more than I sucked at lying, I figured it was best to just get it out.

“I think I’m late,” I blurted.

“Late?”

“My period.”

I watched with rapt attention as Weston’s lips curved up into a smile.