Page 101 of Weston’s Treasure

“Sorry about your mom leaving,” McKenna murmured and I knew she meant those words.

I also knew she’d lost her mom when she was young, and the stepmom who raised her not too long ago.

“Don’t be. She wasn’t a very good one. It was good when she left, but it would’ve been better if my dad had helped me deal with it. Instead, it festered and grew into fear.”

“Is Weston helping you deal with it?” Kennedy asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Kennedy smiled huge.

“So…” McKenna smiled. “Any thoughts about where you want to live?”

Yes, I had thoughts on where I wanted to move and who I wanted to move in with, but it hadn’t been discussed further than me staying with Weston while I was looking. And now with the possibility I was pregnant, I wasn’t sure where Weston’s head was at.

“Well, I was gonna start looking for apartments, but then with Alec’s news, that’s on hold,” I told McKenna, omitting the part about the baby and how that might change everything.

“Will you be looking in Kent County?”

“Yeah.”

Both women smiled at me then looked at each other.

“You know…” McKenna’s eyes came back to mine. “The house that’s next to mine is coming up for sale. Mr. Webber, that’s the man who owns it, came by last night to tell us. He actually offered it to me and Nix. We don’t want it, but we were thinking it would be perfect for you and Weston.”

“Um. I don’t think I can afford that,” I told her somewhat disappointedly.

“We’ll see.”

“We’ll see what?”

“Nix is gonna talk to Weston about it.”

“But—”

“I’m ordering lunch,” Alec said, poking his head into McKenna’s office, cutting off our conversation. “Anyone want anything?”

“Yes,” I blurted out.

I was starving, even though before Weston and the guys had left to go meet with Jonny Spenser, he’d gone out and gotten me two blueberry muffins. Both of which I’d scarfed down in record time. I did this in front of Weston, and without shame. He said nothing as I stuffed my face, as a matter of fact, he’d lounged in his chair behind his desk smiling at me.

After Alec took our lunch orders he left to go back downstairs. He was using the conference room as a makeshift office until something more permanent could be arranged.

“What do you think about Alec quitting DHS?” I whispered.

“It’s a good thing. Nix has been trying to get Alec to work for Gemini Group for months,” McKenna explained.

Before I could ask anymore questions my cell vibrated in my pocket, my boss’s name flashing, and I debated not answering. To say my boss was pissed was a gross understatement. As a matter of fact, his response to my made-up illness was over-the-top. He was normally a laidback guy.

“Sorry, it’s my boss. I need to take this.” I stood and quickly walked down the short hallway, ducking into Weston’s office and answering before it went to voicemail.

“Hi, Travis.” I tried my best to sound sick. I wasn’t sure what a ruptured spleen entailed. I assumed it was painful, though I was then seeing the error of my ways not doing a thorough internet search of symptoms and treatment.

“Check your texts.”

“Huh?”

I got no answer because after Travis’s bizarre demand, the line went dead.