Page 23 of Protected By West
How was he going to be in her life if he didn't even get home enough to do his laundry?
"I should have known better than to shoot my mouth off."
Tracy turned her head to look down at her hand that Weston was now holding. Swallowing, she looked up at him and saw thatthe blue of his eyes had changed almost to grey. "I think we're both going to say a lot of things we probably shouldn't."
He let out a breath and smiled. "Probably. I'm not used to holding my tongue. I might just offend you with something I say."
Jaime snorted beside her. "Tracy's famous for 'almost' making it to her office before she swears."
Tracy's eyes widened and she turned to look at her friend. "Traitor."
"Ah..."
Tracy looked back at Weston, lifting one brow at him. "This is why."
He held up his free hand in surrender. "Got it."
Tracy looked back at Jaime. "I was grumbling about you and he thought I was calling him-"
"A traitor?" Jaime laughed and sighed dramatically. "At least once a day, I'm a traitor. Or a horrible friend." She grinned from ear to ear. "Sometimes she even means it."
Tracy poked her elbow at Jamie. "There you go, trying to make my list."
Weston looked back at her with a curious lift of his brow. "That's a bad thing?"
Jaime answered first. "Who knows."
Tracy answered next. "Well, I have to care about you to put you on the list. There's a fine line between love and hate, so be careful which side you end up on."
Weston nodded. "Strong emotions, like the difference between a hug around the neck and hands cutting off oxygen."
Tracy snapped her fingers. "Exactly!"
Jaime hummed her approval. "With that moment of adorable about to make my blood sugar spike, I'm going to head back to my room and figure out how those massage jets on the tub work and you two..." Jaime leaned in closer to Tracyand gave her foot a nudge. "Go have some fun tonight. When we get back to San Antonio, your lives aren't going to be yours anymore."
Tracy heard the truth in her friend's words.
When she was back in San Antonio things were going to go back to how they were on a daily basis. Work. Work. And more work.
Jaime gave her a one-armed hug that she returned and waved at Weston as she walked toward the elevators.
When Tracy turned her head back to Weston, he was a little closer than he'd been a few seconds before.
She felt her breath catch in her chest, but she tried to use some bluster to ease the tension she felt between them.
"So... afraid of me yet?"
Weston folded his arms easily across his chest. "You realize I deal with life or death situations on the regular, right?"
She folded her arms across her chest and leaned in toward him a fraction of an inch. "Yeah, but I can be pretty scary."
His eyes widened at that. "Really?"
He didn't seem convinced.
"Oh, I smile and laugh, but if someone tries to take advantage of our members or there was that time the construction company tried to use lesser materials on the area around our vault? I've been known to make a grown man cry."
"Oh." He nodded slowly. "Warning received."
