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“You shouldn’t have to protect me all the time,” she whispered back. My head tilted to the side. “Protecting you comes with the job, Wildflower.” A single tear fell onto her cheek. “And what job is that, Beau?” “Loving you.”
“Abbie, if you got rid of the fucking boots I bought you, I’m taking you over my fucking knee right here and now.”
“Be safe for me,” he said to my back.
“You don’t get what you want when you question my fucking honor, and you sure as fuck don’t get what you want after leaving me.”
For the next few minutes, Beau fucked me into the dirt and made me see God.
I dropped my head, spotting something between my knees, poking out from the pine needles against the porch steps. A wildflower.

