Page 79 of Protected By West
She looked down at him and squinted.
Weston cleared his throat. "Uh, babe?" He snapped his fingers in front of his fly. "My eyes are a few feet higher."
She folded her arms across her chest and wavered a little. "I'm looking for the cup."
"Babe, you're making me all kinds of nervous." Weston moved closer and put a hand down on her desktop. "At least I don't have to worry about you stabbing me in my dick."
She raised a brow back at him. "This is my office, Ranger Cooper. I have more than one weapon at my disposal."
He nodded and moved closer. "Now you're really starting to turn me on."
"How I'm feeling," she leaned toward him and felt the burn of the tequila in her belly. She hadn't bothered to order in with all the worry souring her stomach, "has nothing to do with sex."
Even as she said the words, she felt her anger bleeding over into other areas, but she'd be damned if she'd make things easy at the moment.
"It's been hours since I heard about the manhunt that was happening and there I was thinking that if something was going to happen that was dangerous, I'd get a call, or a text, or... something."
She sighed, angry at him but more upset at herself.
She’d gone silent on him. Hiding because she was mad.
She wanted him to talk to her but then she’d gone and done what had madeherangry.
She had to remember that it took two people to be in a relationship, but it also took two to fix it and she hadn’t been all that helpful in the situation.
That was something she had to do. Reach out.
If she wanted this to work.
And she did.
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There it was.
The trouble he was in.
"And I know I made a mistake." She opened her mouth again and he rushed out an apology. "I came here to apologize to you. I also went to your house." He drew in a breath and let it out. "I spent a few hours going to your house and around that area. I just figured you were holing up somewhere on the way home, letting me sit and spin until you wanted to kick my ass in person."
He smiled a little when her eyes widened.
"I know I should have messaged you before we left. The transport had an accident, a group of detainees were on the loose and we were called in to apprehend the guy with the worst record."
Her expression changed and Weston realized that he probably shouldn't have shared that little bit.
"It went fairly well. My team is really good. Creative, too."
He was watching her expression and knew that she was listening intently to his words, but she wasn't all that eager to forgive him.
"I know I'm saying a lot of stuff right now."
A hint of a smile lifted one corner of her mouth.
"But I know it's beyond the point of this."
Her shoulders relaxed a little. No, not relaxed. They sagged. It was different.
"I'm sorry, Trace. I'm sorry that I didn't think about what would happen if you got wind of what was happening."
