I shrugged a shoulder. “A bruise,” I answered. Beau had the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen on this side of the Rockies, and his golden hair was my favorite shade. It was much better than my dull brown. I watched as he brought his brows together, looking concerned. “From what?” My mouth felt dry all of a sudden. I’d practiced this lie in my head all morning, but I couldn’t lie to Beau. In the future, a long time from now, one statement would remain true. I, Abbie Spears, would never be able to lie to Beau Marks, even when a lie was the only thing that could save his life.
