“What are you doing here?” I hardly get the gasped words out before he tilts his head my way, catching the hat off his head in one hand, using the other to wrap a firm palm around my lower back. “I’m here to find you, my sunset sky,” Beau murmurs, with a hidden smile written in the creases around the corners of his eyes, before he dips me backward and kisses me in front of this packed arena. In front of cameras and media and the multitude of ever so public aspects to his career that he’s avoided for such a long time.
