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“You clean up well,” I say, motioning to his fitted dark blue shirt and black pants.
“Well” is an understatement. He could knock anyone off their feet with his boyishly handsome features, and it’s all I can do to not ogle him.
Not to mention, his scent, earthy and familiar, is doingthingsto me.
“I could say the same for you,” he replies, taking a step closer to me. He reaches out and takes my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine.
It’s not a wild and passionate touch like Grey. It’s not desperate or furious like James.
Beau has a sweetness that his brothers don’t have. And tonight, it’s just what I need.
“You ready?” he asks quietly. I take a step closer, and I fight the urge to throw myself in his arms. He looks at me with an intense devotion that both flatters and confuses me.
He’s known me less than a week. How can he look at me like I’m his entire world?
“Absolutely,” I say. Emboldened, I stand on my tiptoes to press my lips to his freshly shaved cheek.
The smile he gives me is breathtaking.
* * *
Palateisa small sleek restaurant about two minutes of a drive from theInn, with a chic interior design with minimalist décor. It’s not flashy, but it's sophisticated.
I love it the moment I walk in.
Our table is in a far corner, opposite of the bar. Beau pulls out my chair for me, and I roll my eyes and blush as I sit down.
“Hey. It’s an upgrade from a planter bed,” he says, gesturing at the small succulent centerpiece on our table.
I laugh. “You’re right.”
Other guests are here as well, and a few turn their heads and look at us. One woman in particular stares at me with wide eyes before turning away to talk to her friends.
Have I been here before?
Or is she just looking at my unconcealed scar?
“Everything alright?” Beau asks, following my gaze.
I huff. “Yeah. I just…I think people recognize me. It’s frustrating that I can’t remember more about my time before the accident.”
Beau keeps his face blank, taking a sip of water. “That would frustrate me, too.”
“And Michael…” he blanches when I say his name, but I continue. “He lied about so much. And I feel like the longer I’m here, the more I gather clues, I can’t quite figure everything out.”
“I’m sorry, Harper.” Beau’s apology is genuine as empathy shines in his deep, soulful eyes. “Hopefully, while you’re here, you can start to figure out who you are.”
I nod. “I would like that. Geez, why couldn’t I have met you and your brothers before this?” I muse. “At least then you could help me piece together everything.”
Beau’s smile completely disappears.
“Yeah. That would have been nice.”
His eyes are haunted, and he’s wearing a similar look to the one James gave me my first night at theInn.
But then his expression changes, and the Beau I know is back. “But now you’re here. And we can make the most of it,” he promises.
I shift in my seat, images playing through my mind of how we can make the most of my time here.
