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"You sure?" She turned her head a little to the side, narrowing her eyes at him. "You can always say no."
"I'm not a stupid man, Tracy. I'm not changing my mind or saying no. I just want a chance."
Smiling at him, she reached for another fry. "Don't think I'm easy because all it took were some fries."
He shook his head, his steady, deep blue gaze never leaving her face. "The last thing I think is that you're easy. And I'm going to do everything I can not to mess this up."
That old voice inside of her tried to tell her that she was crazy, but she firmly shoved it down.
Call me crazy, she dipped a fry in the ketchup and pepper and held it out for him to take a bite,but I have a good feeling about this.
Weston leaned in and took a bite from the end of the fry and sat back to chew.
Damn, Tracy shook her head,he looked good.
CHAPTER 5
TRACY
The rest of the day went quickly. It always did when she had business. Most days at the credit union she went from task to task and when she looked up, it was dark outside, the streetlights like stars in her window.
By the time she finished with the last breakout sessions, she was wiped.
Something about all the bragging and posturing from other participants always did that to her.
She was used to the camaraderie at work. A group of people serving their members and managing a few jokes along the way. The representatives that came from banks always seemed to be trying to outdo each other instead of working with each other. It must really be that 'dog eat dog' philosophy.
Tracy met Jaime outside of the ballrooms at the registration table that was empty except for a few badges for attendees that hadn't shown up. Jaime was still writing notes in her iPad as Tracy sat down beside her, needing a few moments to organize her thoughts as well.
She felt Jaime lean against her shoulder.
"Still processing?"
Tracy nodded. "We've got a lot to go over when we get back. And there's still the morning session tomorrow. My brain... it's on a bit of overload."
Her stomach growled loudly and she groaned.
"Why is that listening to people drone on and on make me hungry."
"I think you just described my life at work."
Tracy turned and smiled.
Weston was standing there, his arms easily at his side, his cowboy hat held loosely between his fingers. There was no sign of his badge on his shirt.
"Just how many of those plaid shirts do you have?"
He looked down at the shirt he was wearing and brought up his free hand, smoothing it down. "I haven't counted, but probably a dozen or so. It lets me put more time between washing."
Jaime leaned in against Tracy's shoulder, but spoke to Weston. "Not a fan of housework?"
His smile gave him a slightly boyish look, but somehow that only made him look even more handsome than he'd been the last time she'd seen him. "I have a couple at work and the rest at home. I'm lucky if I get a chance to do it every week. Either I'm not at home or..."
His words faded off and he dropped his chin and gazed toward the floor.
Tracy felt her face go cold and she looked away toward the windows along the opposite wall.
Isn't this exactly what she'd worried about?
