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“I’ve been here before.” I state.
For once, his smile fades. “That’s not a question.”
“No, but…” The look on his face encourages me to continue. “Someone told me I’ve been to Aurora before. I guess what I’m asking is, did you ever see me? Did I ever visit the gardens?”
He’s silent as he holds my gaze.
“I’ve never met you before, Harper.”
His rich brown eyes are morose, and my heart thuds wildly in my chest.
Did I say something wrong?
I wish I could remember, and not have to ask strangers to reveal my past.
It feels like Beau knows something I don’t, and I want to demand he tells me everything he knows.
But amrowinterrupts our staring contest and Wilson trots in, circling around Beau’s sneakers before flopping onto my feet. Beau’s face softens as he turns his attention to the cat.
“Hey, buddy,” he says, lifting the cat into his arms. “You’re not supposed to be in here,” he chides. Wilson nuzzles at his chin, purring. Despite the cat’s size, he looks like a kitten compared to Beau’s massive frame.
I laugh. “He seems to be everywhere I am.”
“He likes you,” Beau confirms, a small smile playing at his lips. “I don’t blame him.”
My cheeks flame.
I don’t understand why he keeps flirting with me—this doesn’t happen to Betas, according to Michael.
It justdoesn’t.
Based on their age, Beau, James, and Grey should all have an Omega by now, assuming they’re a pack.
So, do they have one?
Maybe Charlotte would know.
It’s really not your business, Harper.
“I wish I was good at gardening,” I say, reaching out to scratch Wilson’s chin as Beau holds him. “I love the idea of growing something. Of bringing life into the world.”
“There are a lot of plants that are easy to grow,” Beau says excitedly. “For example, cat grass. I usually grow it for Wilson. I could teach you if you’d like.”
Could he be any more adorable?
“Really? That sounds lovely.”
His breathtaking grin is back, the corners of his eyes crinkling. His hair falls haphazardly into his face, and he pushes it out of the way as he speaks.
“Yeah. I have a feeling it will come easy to you.”
The awkward moment from before is gone, and we walk out of the greenhouse, Wilson following.
“I would love a hobby,” I add. “And honestly, the longer I can stay in this garden, the better. It feels a bit like coming home.”
In a perfect world, I would lie down among the flowers and hide from Michael for the rest of my life.
Beau coughs, then clears his throat. “I’m glad you feel that way.”
