“Hey, hey. Look at me,” I murmured. Her lips thinned, and I could tell she was about to cry, doing her best not to let that dam break. I silently cursed as I hooked my finger under her chin, tilting her face to me. My eyes scanned hers as I whispered, “No one is allowed to hurt you, not even her. You understand me?” “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.”
