Chapter 11

"Beau?" I called out from the foyer after letting myself in. Without a reply, I started toward the stairs, hollering his name louder this time. "Beau!"

"I'm upstairs. Stop yelling." He sounded as hungover as I felt.

As I took the steps two at a time, I heard him pad down the hall toward his old bedroom. By the time I reached the landing, he'd disappeared. I'd spent so much time in this house, I could navigate it blindfolded. And I knew exactly where he'd be. On his back on the bed with a forearm covering his eyes and his knees hanging over the side-just as I suspected.

I took a seat in the lounge chair in the corner. His bedroom was the size of my living room and kitchen combined.

"You want to tell me what's going on?"

"Not particularly."

"Do it anyhow."

He groaned and sat up, dropping his arm to his side and his hands into his lap. "There's nothing to tell."

"The hell there's not. You've done nothing other than fight with Felicity since both of you pulled into town. Y