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“Mr. Weston will see you now.”
“Wait right here for me.” I pointed to the spot. “This guy is kind of an asshole.”
“No,” Ash said quickly, grabbing the sleeve of my shirt. “I want to go with you.”
I searched his face. He couldn’t be without me for more than five minutes. That level of clinging should have turned me off and made me want to lose him, but with Ash, it didn’t. I simply shrugged.
“Fine, but he’ll bitch about it.”
“I don’t care.”
I grinned. “Me either. Come on.”
We stepped into Weston’s office. He was behind his desk, fingers laced together as he glared over his hands at me. My grin widened, and his eyes narrowed.
“Weston!” I called, moving over before I sat down in a chair. “How the hell are you?”
He tossed a folder toward me. “These are the plans. Sign off on them and get your guys assembled so they can start.”
I held up a finger. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast.” I opened the folder and poured over the first page. “There’s a lot of information here. I can’t just sign it.”
“The contract is the same as what you fought so hard to win. Nothing has changed.”
I stopped his meaty claw from taking the papers back. “How irresponsible would I be if I simply listened to someone’s words instead of inspecting everything myself?” I closed the folder. “I’ll take these home, review them, and send you signed copies. You’ll have to transfer the money before we start, of course.”
Weston’s expression clouded with anger. “After what you did the other night—”
“I’m sure we don’t need to talk about that,” I said pointedly.
His eyes flickered over my shoulder to Ash before they returned to mine. “Why? Don’t want him to hear what you’ve done? Is this another brother?”
My back stiffened. “It doesn’t matter who he is. That’s not what we’re here to focus on.”
“You had no problem focusing on threatening my wife.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He shot out of his seat. “You know exactly what you said!” he shouted. “You’d stomp her head in, remember that?”
I stared at him calmly, but the truth was that my blood was starting to boil. What happened between us should stay between us. That was how men handled their business. Weston was not a man, though. He was a cowardly little rat that would end up getting his brains bashed in by Silvy if he wasn’t careful.
I stood up, gathering the file folder. “I would prefer to keep things professional in the office.”
“I would prefer you get the helloutof my office. Once this contract is over, we won’t be seeing each other again.”
Laughing, I shook my head at him. “You think you have a choice? You don’t. We’ll be seeing a lot of each other, Weston.”
His red face was quickly being covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I could see him trying to restrain his actions, but it looked like he would lose it at any moment. I was more than ready for that. My fists never tired of a good fight or the feeling of blood.
Weston took a step back. Whatever he’d seen in my eyes must have made him reconsider losing his temper. A hand wrapped around my arm, and I was brought out of my visions of torturing Weston in some dark, dank basement. I glanced down at Ash.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I grinned at him, feeling better instantly. “Yeah, of course. Ready to go?”
He nodded, his eyes darting over to Weston before he looked at me again. “Yes, sir.”
“Let’s get some breakfast and go home. I’ll look over these,” I said, shaking the file folder at Weston. “Tomorrow, you’ll have signed copies. I want that money in two hours, though. For the inconvenience of me having to deal with your attitude.”
