Page 107 of Protected By West
She finished her water and dropped the can into the recycling.
"I'd love to stay, but you're at work and if my mom hears that I got to spend soooo much time with you before she did, she'll withhold her pecan bars from me on Saturday and you might be Weston's future wife, but I have a serious love of my mom's pecan bars. So, I'm off."
"I'll walk you out." Tracy turned and walked with her as Estes headed for the door. As they passed by the customer service counter, Tracy looked over at Estes, her own brow furrowing over her nose. "Estes? Is that because it sounds like East?"
Estes slowed her steps and smiled at her. "It's 'from the East' in Spanish, at least that's what mom and dad have always told us."
Tracy grinned back at her. "So your parents were planning on four?"
Estes' smile became a smirk. "That's what one of them was hoping for. They keep pointing fingers at the other."
A sigh passed Tracy's lips. "Better than a baseball team."
Estes groaned. "No kidding."
Tracy reached for the front door. "I'm really going to enjoy lunch with your family this weekend."
Estes reached out and hugged her, and Tracy was surprised how easy it was to hug her back.
It was one thing to hug her friends and her co-workers at the credit union, but this was new.
And it felt good.
It was almost like having a sister.
That truth hit home deeper than Tracy expected.
A sister.
She smiled.
Three, really.
Estes released her and grinned. "Get ready for a whole bunch of hugs on Saturday."
"I'll practice breathing shallow."
They both smiled at each other and Estes reached for the door.
That's when Tracy frowned.
Sirens.
She turned to look at Estes who had a similar frown on her face. "Is that?"
The street in front of the credit union erupted in noise. The normal traffic for that time of day went from placid to chaotic in what felt like a heartbeat.
One car was launched up in the air while the audible crunch of several more was heard and another car hopped the curb and rocketed through the parking lot straight at the front door.
Tracy grabbed a hold of Estes' arm and pulled her away from the double doors at the front.
It wasn't a moment too soon as the doors exploded inward, the shimmering sound of glass behind them and the loud screech of the metal frames twisting out of form.
"Holy sh-"
Tracy turned on her side ignoring the pinch of something under her leg.
The green impala they'd seen on TV a few moments before was now wedged in the doorway, pinned in the door frame.
