“Like, no one even knows the shit I’ve done. The importance of the things I was doing. My missions? They saved lives, they changed the world. And now? Now I’m supposed to . . . fix fences?” He sighs, his tall frame shifting down incrementally. “It makes me . . .” “Angry?” I provide, because I can feel it. I know the way the air tastes when someone is angry, can feel the surrounding oxygen thicken with it. I know an angry man. I grew up in a house full of them. But with Beau, even when he’s angry, I feel safe. “Yeah.” His hands link behind his head and he watches me, gray eyes almost
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