“I . . . I don’t even know how to make sense of this. Why buy it at all?” The smile that touches his lips is sad. “I watched you that night. I saw how hard you worked. How nervous you were. And I . . . ” He scrubs his hands down over his face. “I don’t know, Bailey. I guess I’ve always been impulsive where you’re concerned. Because I walked into the back and made Fred an offer on the place that he couldn’t refuse. It just didn’t feel right. Knowing what he was going to do to you.” “That’s insane. Of course it’s not right! For a man who’s been through some shit, you’re awfully idealistic, Beau.
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