Page 13 of Weston & Cyrus
It took a hard swallow and for him to close his eyes, but he showed me he was processing. “Red stops everything. Yellow is pause and regroup. Green is good to go.”
“That’s right.” More teasing praise probably would’ve fucked with his ability to function at all, so I simply took his hand and tried to shift us closer to him being able to think. “Deep breath and then we’re going to get dinner.”
I was pretty sure his brain went back to the tummy comment because he let out another sexy whine before he obeyed the deep breath order and opened his eyes. “Yes, dinner.”
I was pleased with the progress we’d made and the fact that he was standing up and looked functioning enough to take in public, but the universe had other plans for me.
“Your turn to go get me water.” Conner appeared out of nowhere, still in the sexy suit and still looking pissed at me. “Walk slow.”
“You’re not thirsty.” And we were fine.
“That’s not the point.” Glaring at me, Conner pointed to Weston. “Congrats, you can turn him on but I need him off to make sure he knows what he’s doing.”
For fuck’s sake.
“Fine.” If he screwed us up, though, I was going to lose my shit. “I’ll walk slowly but don’t fuck with his head. I’m not going anywhere, so don’t make him think this is casual for me.”
The drama queen rolled his eyes as Weston stared at us, slightly confused but looking more clearheaded. “That’s the problem, moron. I need to know this isn’t casual for him and that he’s tracking what you want.”
Okay, maybe I could see where he was coming from.
“Tell him whatever you need to about our conversation to make him and yourself comfortable.” I wasn’t the one who’d been trying to hide everything. “I’ll be right back.”
Because Weston wasn’t in any headspace to drive, so either way he was going to need me.
“Thank you.” Perking up, Conner smiled like we were simply discussing the weather. “Take your time.”
Yeah, right.
As I slowly turned to head over to the bar, he sighed but I heard him start his interrogation. “Will standing or sitting make you more functional? I know you like the headspace whatever he said gave you but I need you thinking straight.”
Wessie’s dramatic groan was what had me thinking we’d be fine. “That’s a terrible idea.”
There was my Weston.
With that playing over and over in the back of my mind, I made my way slowly over to the bar and dealt with the chuckling bartender who didn’t miss a thing and thought my drama with Conner was hilarious.
Thankfully he kept his thoughts to himself, but he was grinning ear to ear as he handed me my water and asked if I needed anything.
A drink sounded great but would actually make everything harder, so I turned him down and headed back at a turtle’s pace. Conner wasn’t at his most dramatic, but he was slightly wound up as he spoke and I could see Weston frowning at him.
Great.
What the fuck were they doing and how was checking on Weston making both of them so nuts?
They were less dramatic but not much happier when I got back to them, and I wasn’t sure if that meant I was supposed to go wander off again. Their matching glares as they turned to me didn’t give me any help guessing either, so I decided to wing it. “Here.”
Shoving Conner’s water at him, I studied Weston. “Does he have anything to worry about?”
“No, but he’s going to find something.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Weston was one grumble away from stomping his feet. It was kind of cute but I knew him well enough not to show that.
He had a thing about being short and I wasn’t sure he was in the right headspace to make him think of that. Weston was still cranky and one deep breath away from waving his arms around dramatically as he grumbled. “We’re going to be fine and evidently this isn’t a new thing for you.”
I wasn’t sure what wasn’t a new thing but I shrugged. “Did you explain our plan?”
No.
“Plan?” Conner looked slightly more relaxed and less nuts as I looked back at him. “What plan? He just kept insisting you guys would be fine and that you were safe to put cameras in his house.”
