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I was in Heaven.
“Oh shoot, my phone is upstairs. Do you have yours?” I asked Beau, hoping he had his phone with him.
He stepped into the enclosure and offered his phone to me. I shook my head. “No, take a picture of me with these babies, please,” I pleaded with him. “Wait, wait, wait, hand me that one, first,” I said, nodding at the one puppy who hadn’t come to me.
Beau picked up the puppy who was currently standing on his foot, trying to climb his leg. I don’t blame you one bit, I thought as I watched the tiny creature with sympathy in my eyes. I’d wanted to climb that man for years.
“Are you my little buddy?” Beau asked the whining creature.
“You probably just smell like food or something,” I grumbled at him and he smiled back at me. Much to my pleasure, Beau had hardly touched his food. Once he’d heard me speak fluent French with Angelique, his appetite seemed to disappear completely.
The fact that I didn’t dissolve into laughter the second Beau had dropped his spoon had been a miracle. Just imagining what was likely going through that brain of his at that moment had made me almost giddy.
He truly had no idea I spoke French. And the way he’d spoken to his brother about me—directly in front of me—had been shocking to say the least. I knew how guys talked. I’d been in sport most of my life and heard my share of trash talk.
But Beau’s creative language had been some of the most colorful I think I’d ever heard. And his brother’s as well. The room had been so quiet that I could hear everything said through the phone.
And his reaction to hearing me speak French had been freaking hilarious.
“Yeah, that must be it,” Beau said, then leaned over to put the puppy on my chest with the others. But then he started growling—the puppy—not Beau. Beau began chuckling. “Aww, are you scared of the mean lady?” He picked up the tiny dog and held him in his hand.
I rolled my eyes. “Put him back, Moreau. Unhand the puppy,” I warned. Beau gave me a small half-smirk and tried again.
When the puppy growled, Beau started laughing. “He doesn’t like you.”
“How can he not like me? I have five of his brothers and sisters right here?” I asked, soaking up the loving kisses from said puppies.
“Maybe he has a more discerning taste than the others?” Beau said, one eyebrow raised.
“Whatever, just take a picture with these ones then,” I said, holding the puppies as close to my face as I could. Beau snapped a few dozen pictures for me before I let him stop.
He sat down beside me. “I didn’t call you a lesbian.”
I didn’t say anything, but I looked at him.
His eyes closed for a second before he started talking again, “The guys were talking about how hot you are, and I said you weren’t interested in them.”
“I’m not?” I said, raising my eyebrows as I tilted my head.
He let out a breath. “I told them you weren’t interested in them and then one of them assumed—”
“That I must be gay if I didn’t want to screw the whole team?”
“Basically. It was an easy way for them to—”
“Stop acting like immature douche canoes?”
Beau chuckled, his eyes scouring my face like he was looking for something. “Basically. It was a shit thing to do and I’m sorry. I should have corrected them but—damn, I don’t know why I didn’t.”
I nodded but didn’t say anything as I kept playing with the puppies.
“Where are you from?” he asked, not taking his eyes off me.
“Grew up in Alberta. My mom lives on a small ranch outside of Calgary.”
His eyes narrowed on me. “You don’t get that kind of an accent from learning French in Alberta.”
I let out a small laugh. “My mom is from Quebec. She’s spoken French to me since I was in the womb.”
