Page 17 of Protected By West
Tracy rolled her eyes and smiled. That little bit of humor was more than welcome.
When she looked at Weston she saw the smile on his face, too.
She leaned in toward her friend. "Thanks, J."
Jaime nudged her with her shoulder. "Anytime. Have a good talk."
All three of them walked out into the hallway, but Jaime continued on down the hall. Tracy moved off toward the opposite wall and stopped, Weston came to a stop beside her and she got her first good look at him in the sunlight instead of the harsh interior lights.
It was even better. The harder cast of the sun gave the shadows even more depth and she found herself thinking he was much more handsome in the sunlight than he'd been the night before even in the softer light of the restaurant and bar.
"I'd love to know what you're thinking right now."
Tracy snapped her gaze back up to his face from where it had been somewhere on the expanse of his chest.
Damn.
She shook her head. "I plead the fifth."
Weston smiled at that, his eyes a little bluer somehow. "I love your snark."
"Snark, huh?"
He nodded.
"Well, you're going be ecstatic. I have an overabundance of that."
"I want to see more of it, if you'll let me. I... I got a feeling that somewhere between last night and this morning, that came into question."
She swallowed and managed a little bit of a smile even if it did quiver a little.
"If you're this good at reading minds, remind me not to get in trouble with the law, okay?"
He chuckled a little. "Somehow I doubt you do much worse than anticipating the light every once in a while when you cross the street."
That was uncomfortably close.
She wondered if it was tattooed on her forehead or something.
"I got pretty close, huh?"
She gave him a pointed look. "You know you did. What? Did you call my name in last night to get my record?"
She felt a muscle tick in her cheek.
Her tone had been a little harder than she'd intended. "Sorry."
He shook his head. "No need to be sorry." He gestured down the hallway which was nearly empty. "How about we find a place to sit and talk."
She swallowed and felt a hard scratch in her throat. “There’s a diner in the corner of the hotel.”
He smiled and her heart did a little skip in her chest.
Tracy had a feeling she might be in a little trouble.
As they started walking, Weston took her hand in his, threading his fingers between hers and giving her a little squeeze.
Yeah, she was in trouble.
