“I’m not having my fiancée live here.” “Beau.” Her voice chides me, but her body softens further. “What, Bailey? No one will believe I’d be okay with you staying here. Just rationalize it that way.” My arms tighten around her, a little firmer now. She’s not breakable. “What about my tires?” She sniffs and I rub a comforting palm over her head, smoothing her hair. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of it all.”
