“I take it she wasn’t going to listen to you,” he said, looking back at Beau. Beau grunted. “She never does.” I opened my mouth, ready to cuss him out again, but Denver cut me off. “When the day is done, we need to have a chat, Beau.” “Knew that was fucking coming,” Beau grumbled. I sucked in a breath as his thumb began stroking the back of my thigh. He was trying to comfort me.
