Page 128 of Protected By West
She was amazing.
She was his.
He wasn't going to do anything to mess it up in the future.
TRACY
She rolled out of bed on Saturday morning and headed straight for the bathroom.
She'd slept like a rock the day before only waking up to take calls from the staff as they sorted through the options of keeping things open and accessible for the members.
They had several plans in place for operations, but they'd never quite planned for a car wedging itself in the front doors.
Apparently, they should have planned for catastrophic occurrences.
Leaning over the sink she remembered the half-serious, half-laughing conversation she'd had on zoom with Jaime and the other department heads. Together they'd pieced together a workable plan and put it into effect before the weekend started.
Tracy splashed cold some cold water on her face and hung her head to let the water bead and drop from her face back into the bowl.
She loved her staff like sisters. They'd certainly been through all the crazy together and they'd also been through the successes as well.
It was all intertwined together.
And their members received the kind of care and consideration that came from their struggles and their experiences.
"Ugh..."
Her stomach tightened and released, and she reached for the face towel she'd just wrung out and put it back under the cold water. As soon as it touched her face she sighed with ecstasy.
"Babe?" Weston put his hand on her lower back, and she leaned into his touch. "You, okay?"
She wanted to say yes.
But she also wanted to crawl back into bed and pull the blanket over her head.
She groaned. "I feel like hell."
Weston's soft chuckle almost got him killed.
His hands on her lower back, massaging at the aches, earned him the right to live another day.
"Babe, are you worried about meeting up with your dad for breakfast?"
She folded her arms on the cool marble of the counter and sighed as he pressed his thumbs in just the right place.
"Maybe," she moaned softly. "I think the stress of the last few days has caught up to me. The crazy at the CU. Coming face to face with my dad again. And the meetings and calls to make sure that our members are all taken care of. All of that has twisted me into knots."
She turned her head, pillowing her cheek on her forearms.
"What do we need to do for the lunch thing with your family and the team?"
Weston leaned over her back and kissed the back of her neck and then her cheek, whispering into her ear. "Nothing, babe. My family is bringing a shit ton of food. The team is bringing the booze and other drinks. You don't have to do a damn thing besides resting and having some fun."
"Having fun..." she smiled when she felt something harden against her backside. "Looks like you've got some ideas of how to help me relax."
Weston groaned. "I wish, but... we're scheduled to have a guest for breakfast in about fifteen minutes. If I get you naked and under me it's going to be a potential issue when your dad comes knocking at the door."
She frowned, pouting her lips. "My dad is already cock blocking me?" She sighed. "I might have to rethink this relationship."
