deep and raspy, but he doesn’t look away. “No. The surprise is that Bailey and I are getting married.” You could hear a pin drop. I swear the birds stop chirping. Beau’s magic fingers massage the back of my head as he releases my hand, wrapping his thick arm around my waist and tugging me tighter against his chest. I feel like an awkward rag doll. Being held by a Ken doll.
