My eyes flew open. I knew that deep voice. I held my breath and waited, listening as heavy footsteps grew louder. When Beau knelt down in front of me, a sob escaped my throat. His big hands slid around my waist and he pulled me out of the chair, right into his lap on the floor. My arms clutched his shoulders and I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the smell that I had missed so much. Now I could cry. “I killed him,” I whispered, another sob working free. “I know. Give it to me, angel.” And I did.
