“Need you to pack a bag, Abbie,” he said, his voice low but gentle. I shook my head. “I’m not going anywhere, Beau.” He shook his head in return, not breaking eye contact. “It's not an option. You’re in danger. You’re not safe here.” “I’ve been handling it,” I told him. That strong jaw jumped again as he turned his head, giving me a view of his handsome profile. I stared, my heart jumping up into my throat, silently praying he would grant me—us—mercy, that he would leave my life once and for all. He needed to realize the truth, and I thought he’d finally gotten it through his thick, stubborn
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