Chapter 82

Beau

I felt like I was in a trance, as I looked down at her. Each freckle, every relaxed line, and curve of her face. Why did I fucking care so damn much? I shouldn't care so fucking much. Where had this worry and need to ensure she was completely safe come from? She wasn't mine to worry over. With Wyatt home she was his responsibility, not mine, he had that legendary chemistry with her, though unspoken, it was obvious, even though nothing would ever come of it, because my brother was a stubborn fucking idiot, I couldn't compete with that, I didn't want to compete with that. She was just my friend, my cousin's, no, my brother’s epic, cast aside, love interest, nothing more to me but a chosen part of the family. I cherished her for that alone, she made us all better, more whole.

As Wyatt wrapped his towel around his waist, I stood with her, ready to pass her back off. He just walked past me, gesturing for me to follow. Boo loyally came after as we went back to the house. He pulled back