“Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t afraid. It means you refuse to let your fears guide your actions.” Beatrice wondered if he was right. In her old life she’d followed the dictates of protocol to a T, and now she was seeking votes on a congressional bill, chasing down senators on their ranches. “I love you.” She hadn’t consciously decided to say it; the words seemed to float from somewhere deep in her chest. Teddy pulled her close. “Oh, Bee. You must know that I love you, too.”
