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Weston kept his head facing me, his eyes tucked underneath shadows as he nodded once more and then brought his gaze back between his arms.
I kept my mouth closed, waiting for Trixie and Simon to leave. They didn’t need to be involved in this yet. Not until Weston and I had a chance to talk privately. I couldn’t risk him being arrested simply because he and I were caught together.
A couple footsteps sounded behind Weston, Trixie and Simon passing, and I almost breathed out in relief except they stopped. Weston raised his brows at me in uncertainty.
“Hold on,” Trixie stated, her heels clicking closer to us. “Do I know you?”
“I don’t believe so,” Weston stiffly replied.
“Do you know Simon?”
“No ma’am,” he answered with his eyes staying locked on mine.
“Then you must be a worker here cause we booked this entire place for the weekend,” Trixie calmly replied, and then took one step closer. “You seem so familiar.”
I closed my eyes and tucked my face into Weston’s chest, praying that she would just leave.
“I don’t believe we’ve ever met; I apologize for any inconvenience,” Weston politely said.
“Okay.” Trixie finally spun around and took a couple steps away before her heels stopped moving again. “Wait a minute.” Suddenly her thin fingers were wrapped around my forearm, and I was jerked out from Weston’s cocoon.
His hand latched around my free wrist, and he caught me, tugging me back against his frame as Trixie released her hold and her jaw fell open in shock.
“No way!” She squealed. “You picked one!”
I furrowed my brows. “Picked one?”
“Yeah. I just didn’t recognize him because he is now dressed like—“ Trixie stopped speaking as her eyes met Weston’s, and then they slid across his face. Even I knew she was staring at the scar.
“Trixie,” I stated, and she shook her head.
“Woah,” She muttered. “His eyes.”
“You can’t tell anyone,” I pleaded with her, and she blinked a few times, studying him closer.
“Why not? He’s got the rugged handsomeness about him.” She tilted her head and stepped closer; Simon waited patiently down the hallway. He knew how much she loved being in the middle of drama that wasn’t her own, and he let her do her thing.
“Please, Trixie. I need you to trust me just this once.” I wasn’t ashamed to be seen with Weston, I was afraid of what my dad might do.
“Oh. My. Gosh. Ihaveseen you before!” she blurted out, pointing at Weston. Her eyes slid to me, and she placed both of her hands on her hips. “And you said he was just a work friend.”
“He is a friend. Or was. Or still is, I think. It’s complicated, okay?” I stuttered out, trying to sort through what was bouncing around in my head.
“What's your name?” Trixie asked, studying Weston.
“Weston Duke.” He politely tipped his head her way.
She squealed and bit her bottom lip, returning her attention to me. “He’s so cute!” She shrieked softly. “I won’t tell anyone, for now.” And she skipped off with Simon leaving the two of us alone in the hallway.
“We need to talk. Somewhere privately,” I said to Weston, still staring at where Trixie and Simon had disappeared.
“It’s a nice night out, we could go for a walk around the ranch?” he asked, and I glanced over my shoulder at the man who stood protective at my back.
“How’d you know I was here, anyway?” I suddenly asked, spinning around to face him after realizing I’d never told him where I was.
“Your friend called when you were in the truck with me, so I knew this party was happening in Billings. I went to your house first, and when nobody answered the door, I called the owners here to see if they had a reservation for an engagement party for a Trixie this weekend.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.
“How did you know to call here?” I asked, stepping away from him. It was a hugely romantic gesture what he’d done, but also slightly suspicious.
