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“Then isn’t it a good thing you no longer have rent?”

Silver’s expression turned murderous. “If I lose my job I’m screwed.”

“But you’ll be breathing.”

“That’s—”

“You been kidnapped and held captive?”

“Yes!” she screeched.

“Your apartment been broken into and vandalized? Your car?”

“Yes.” Silver’s shoulders hunched forward and Weston hated it, hated having to remind Silver about what she’d gone through, but he needed her to understand.

“Right. So with all of that, and your name out there, Ellis Hopper knowing who you are, I’m not taking any chances. And by any, I mean you are not out of my sight for two seconds. I’ve lived it twice now—twice I’ve watched two of the strongest men I know crumble. Total devastation when their women disappeared. The kind of devastation you don’t come back from, and mark this, Silver, neither of them would’ve if the outcome had been different. I am far from stupid, I’ve learned. And what I’ve learned is to protect what’s mine. And I don’t think I need to remind you, you might be carrying our baby. So there’s no chance in hell you’re not more than two feet from my side at all times.”

Weston could feel his pulse throbbing in his neck and he braced for battle. There was not one thing that was going to stop him from keeping Silver safe. She could throw a tantrum, get pissed, be as stubborn as she wanted to be, but Weston wasn’t budging. He remembered with great clarity what Jameson and Nixon had gone through—what they all had. Weston also knew losing Silver would mean his world stopped. There’d be no coming back.

So, no, she wasn’t leaving his side.

“I’ll call my boss. If he fires me, we’ll figure something out.”

Thank fuck.

Weston’s hands spasmed in hers and relief washed over him.

32

I was sitting in McKenna’s office, Kennedy sitting beside me, both of us watching McKenna listen in on the most mind-numbing conversation known to man.

Ellis Hopper was talking to a friend of his, they were talking about fantasy football stats and my head was going to explode.

“This is boring,” Kennedy announced. “At least when we were listening in on Reggie, it was interesting.”

I’d heard all about Kennedy’s problems with the supreme jerk of all jerks, Reggie Coleman. I’d also been told how he’d made her life misery and his mistress had tried to kill her. And in a heartbreaking twist, Jameson had listened to Kennedy while she thought she was dying. They all had, the whole team. Something I knew still upset Weston. And three days ago when he’d told me I was in danger again, he’d made it blindingly clear he was not over it and he would not allow a repeat performance starring me as the kidnapped party.

Needless to say, my boss was livid I’d called out again and while I was fairly certain I was going to be fired—and with a possible baby on the way—that stressed me out. But Weston was right, at least I’d be alive to be stressed.

A lot had happened in the last three days. What had not happened was my period. I was officially late. Weston and I had also decided we would take a test tonight but not tell anyone until at least after the wedding if it was positive, which I was pretty sure it was going to be.

I’d also spent three days sitting in the office basically twiddling my thumbs because there wasn’t anything I could help with and I wasn’t allowed out of the office without one of the guys at my side. That was something Weston had agreed to yesterday when I was starving and Weston had been tied up on a call. While he’d been sitting on hold, he’d decreed Holden could walk with me to this awesome little coffee shop around the corner that also had amazing sandwiches so I could get lunch before I died.

That may’ve been a small exaggeration, but the way my stomach had been growling and twisting in hunger pain, it wasn’t an exaggeration by much.

So that brought me to now, sitting in McKenna’s office bored out of my skull, but I was breathing.

“I’d rather listen to fantasy football than nasty Reggie nailing Deloris,” McKenna grumbled. “If there was ever a time that ear bleach needed to be a real thing, it was then.”

“Okay, not that part,” Kennedy conceded, and scrunched her face in disgust.

“Was it really that bad?” I laughed.

“Bad doesn’t describe it,” McKenna started. “Let’s just say Nix wasn’t all that happy with Reggie for a variety of reasons, most importantly what he was doing to Kennedy, but also because I was turned off from his favorite position for a good long while.”

“Remember when Jameson called in the middle of us listening,” Kennedy started on a giggle. “And told Holden not to let me listen?”

“Seriously?”