How West Was Won (Haven, Texas 7)

“I know. But he understands. And you can see him in a week.”

Flick frowned. “In a week? Why in a week?”

Mia frowned. “That’s how long you’re going away to the cabin with West. He told me this morning. You’re braver than me. Don’t think I could handle staying there a whole week.”

“What cabin? Where is it? Why couldn’t you handle it there?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Jesus. That ass.” Mia shook her head. “West!”

Flick jumped at the sound.

“What?” West yelled back.

Flick watched Mia with wide eyes. West’s voice wasn’t pleased. He sounded more than a bit aggravated.

“Get your ass in here!” Mia roared.

Flick couldn’t help herself and she started to giggle. It was funny seeing the usually calm and quiet Mia yelling her head off at West, a man few people would dare to scream at or boss around.

“Why?”

“Because Flick seems to know nothing about the cabin. Did you even ask her if she wanted to go there?”

She heard heavy steps towards the kitchen, and then West walked in, Alec close on his heels. West stopped about a foot away from her, looming over her, his hands on his hips. “You’re going to the cabin.”

“I am?” she asked.

“Yes. It’s the plan.”

“Do you think you might want to explain this plan to me?” Exasperation filled her.

“No one knows where it is except for us. You’ll be safe there.”

That was it. That was his plan?

Mia sighed. “What he’s saying is that the cabin is completely off the grid. It’s really rough, Flick. No electricity. No cell service.”

She gulped. She’d never even been camping before. “I’m going there on my own?”

“Of course you’re not going on your fucking own,” West snapped. “Didn’t I tell you that you weren’t leaving my side?”

Alec moved towards his wife and lifted her up then sat in the chair with her perched on his lap.

He snapped his fingers at her. “Flick. Attention on me.”

“Did he just snap his fingers at me?” she asked Mia, without turning to look at West. It wouldn’t do to give in to him too quickly. She might like his brand of dominance but sometimes he needed to be challenged in order to keep his ego in check.

Mia looked from her to West with wide eyes, but there was a smile teasing the corner of her mouth. “I do believe he did,” she drawled.

“Flick, eyes, now.”

“And did he just growl at me?”

“Yep, pretty sure he did that too.” Mia was now full-on smiling.