Page 59 of Protected By West
"Chief?"
Fox nodded. "ChiefFagan."
Weston didn't say anything at that moment. The cogs in his head were working even harder. "I... I don't know why I didn't think about him."
"Well, we really don't call the chief anything but Chief. I don't think I've heard his last name outside of press conferences for years."
Nodding, Weston agreed. "When I think of him or talk to him, it’s just 'Chief.'"
The sliding doors to the deck opened up again and Weston lifted his gaze.
Tracy stepped outside and the first thing she did was scan the area. Her eyes settled on him, and she smiled.
"Damn, she's beautiful."
Fox clapped his hand down on Weston's shoulder. "Go talk to your woman, West. We'll talk more about the rest... later."
West dropped the bottle into the recycle bin and met her halfway across the deck.
He opened his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his chest, stepping into his embrace.
When she laid her head on his chest, he held her a little tighter and pressed a kiss on her head.
"I'm really glad you came today."
She turned her head, and he could swear she brushed her lips against his chest. Too bad he was wearing a shirt. He knew what it felt like to feel her lips against his bare skin.
She leaned back and the bright spark in her eyes told him she was about to tease him. "Careful there, boss."
His eyes opened wider. "Hmm?"
Tracy's eyes looked down and quickly came back up to meet his gaze. "You're... ah... getting a little ahead of yourself, Tex." She raised her eyebrows. "Remember, there are kids present."
She shifted against him, and he realized what she was saying.
He was half-hard in his jeans just from holding her close.
He'd have to wait for some alone time with her.
"Damn, is this what it's like to be parents?"
She groaned and tilted her head back. "Give me a kiss before the kids start whining again."
Weston grinned at her. "Yes, ma'am."
Her nose scrunched up at that. "I'll forgive you for the 'ma'am' thing, but it better be a good kiss."
He leaned in with every intention of giving her a kiss she wouldn't forget, but she stopped him a second later with a pointed look.
"A PG kiss."
Weston thought about it and gave her a pointed look. "Let's go for PG-13. The kids can handle it."
He thought she might argue or at least have a few words to say about it.
He loved her sassandher mouth.
And when he kissed her, he gave her a little taste of just how much he did.
