Chapter Three

Brenna couldn't stop smiling on the drive home. Spending time with Beau had been a blast, but that wasn't surprising. He had always been a fun person to be around. But as she looked at him now, she realized there was so much more to him than just his good looks.

As they pulled up to the barn, Brenna reached for the door handle, but Beau touched her arm gently.

"I'll get it," he said before stepping out of the truck and swiftly making his way to her side. She placed her hand in his and he led her up the steps to her front door.

Once they reached the door, Brenna turned to face Beau. "It's still early, do you want to come in or do you have to go?"

"I can stay for a little while," he replied with a nod.

"Great." She unlocked the door and flipped on a light beside the entrance. Beau helped her take off her coat, removed his, then hung them up before removing his hat and hanging it beside his coat.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to change into something more comfortable. These shoes are killing my feet," Brenna said, motioning toward her high heels. "Help yourself to something to drink. I have decaf coffee too, and plenty of other options."

"Thank you, ma'am. I'll just grab some water."

"Bottled water is in the fridge. I'll be back in a minute." She smiled at him before disappearing into her bedroom to change.

In her room, Brenna quickly changed into lounge pants and a T-shirt before making her way back to the living room where she found Beau sitting on the sofa with his head resting against the back cushions and his eyes closed.

"Are you tired, Beau?"

He opened his eyes and quickly got to his feet. "Just had a long day."

"You don't have to get up every time I walk into the room, you know," Brenna said with a chuckle.

Beau met her gaze. "It's just the way I was raised."

"Well, your parents did a good job then."

"Both of them," Beau affirmed.

"Do you want to watch a movie? I'm sure we can find something we agree on."

"Sure, if that's what you want. But I can't stay too long. The weather can turn bad quickly."

"Okay, let's just sit and relax for a bit before you get stuck here." Brenna suggested as she sat down beside him on the sofa.

"I don't think I could fit on your sofa," Beau joked with a grin.

Brenna laughed. "You're definitely too tall for it. I noticed Luke is tall too."

Beau grinned. "Tallness runs in the family. Our dad is almost six foot six and our mom is five-eleven."

"Oh my, I'd feel tiny next to all of you. I'm five-seven," Brenna remarked with a smile.

"I don't think anyone in my family is under five-ten," Beau said with a nod.

"Seriously? Not even those who married into the family?"

"Well, maybe them. Like my uncle's wife, she's only five feet and he's six-six."

Brenna couldn't help but laugh at the thought. "That's quite the height difference."

"Yeah." Beau chuckled.

"So how did you become a livestock agent? I never asked."

"Luke and I are actually fifth generation livestock agents. It runs in the family, going back to our great-great-grandfather."

"So, your dad is one, too?"

"Yes, but he took an early retirement. He was shot in the leg two years ago and he didn't want a desk job, so he retired. He enjoys it, but I can tell he misses it. He never fails to talk to me or Luke about cases."

"He was shot?" Brenna asked in disbelief.

"Yes, unfortunately it happens more often than people realize. One of our agents was fatally shot a few years ago, and three others were injured but survived."

"It must have affected you deeply."

Beau nodded solemnly. "It affected all of us. He was a good man, and we all miss him. Oh, I have a wedding to attend at the end of the month. Would you like to come with me as my guest?"

Brenna furrowed her brow. "How does the topic of shooting lead to a wedding?"

Beau chuckled. "Well, the agent who died left behind his pregnant wife and one of the surviving agents, Eli, was his best friend. For a long time, Eli blamed himself for not being able to save him, but Mac was killed instantly by armor-piercing bullets. Recently, Eli came face to face with Mac's widow and they fell in love. They're getting married now."

"Did she have the baby?"

"Yes, she had a daughter named Lily who Eli adores and vice versa."

"Did Eli ever get over blaming himself?"

"Yes, thanks to Lorna's help. So, will you join me at the wedding?"

"If you're sure."

"I wouldn't have asked otherwise, Brenna."

She smiled. "Then I would love to go. Weddings are so romantic."

"And you are a hopeless romantic," Beau teased.

Brenna laughed. "I've never been to an October wedding before. I bet it will be beautiful."

Beau shrugged nonchalantly. "I suppose so."

"Typical male response," Brenna joked.

Beau chuckled and stood up from the sofa, strode toward the door and opened it. "I should probably head out now before the snow gets any worse."

Brenna followed him to the door, looked out, and gasped when she saw the heavy snow beginning to cover the stairs. "Are you sure you want to try driving home in this?"

"I'll be fine if I leave now. The snow will probably start sticking to the roads soon," Beau reassured her as he closed the door to keep the cold air out.

He quickly put on his coat and held his hat in his hand, before turning to face her again. "I had a great time, Brenna. I'd like to take you out again, but I won't pressure you."

"I'd like that, Beau. Thank you for tonight. I had a great time," Brenna replied with a smile.

"I'd love to kiss you goodnight."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Beau grinned, leaned in, and captured her lips with his. His tongue sought entrance and she parted her lips.

Brenna felt the heat pooling low in her belly as Beau's tongue tangled with hers; their kiss was one of exploration. She let out a soft moan that was swallowed by Beau's searing kiss. One hand moved to cradle the back of his neck while the other grabbed the fabric of his shirt, seeking more contact with his body.

Beau responded to her neediness by pulling her closer to him, their bodies fitting together like intricate puzzle pieces designed only for each other.

"Again," Brenna murmured when he raised his lips, reaching up once more to thread her fingers through Beau's silky soft hair. Their mouths melded together again in a fierce dance of passion and desire. His hands roamed over the supple curves of her body, tracing the outline of her figure through the thin material of her clothes.

Eventually, they broke apart. With a smirk playing on his lips, Beau bent down and planted a gentle kiss on Brenna's forehead before reluctantly pulling away.

"I should go now," he murmured huskily, "or I won't." His eyes stared into hers as he stepped back, touched the brim of his hat at her before stepping out into the snowy night.

Left behind in the aftermath of their passionate kisses, Brenna placed trembling fingers to her swollen lips, still tasting him on her tongue. A thrill of anticipation ran down her spine at the thought of seeing him again.

****

Parking his truck near the back porch of his parents' house, Beau stepped out and immediately noticed Luke's truck. He clenched his jaw, knowing he would be questioned about Brenna. With a heavy sigh, he walked up the steps, removed his hat before knocking on the door. After wiping his feet on the mat, he entered the kitchen to find his mother cooking at the stove. He greeted her with a grin and a kiss on the cheek before taking off his coat and hanging it and his hat up.

"Hi, Mom."

"Hello, honey. Your dad and brother are in the living room." She gave him a sly smile, indicating that Luke had already spilled the beans.

"Yeah, okay. I might just have to beat some sense into my little brother," Beau muttered, but couldn't help but smile when his mother chuckled.

Entering the living room, he saw Luke and their father looking at him. Beau narrowed his eyes at Luke.

"What?" Luke raised his eyebrows.

"What? You know exactly what," Beau growled, causing both Luke and their father to laugh.

"So, who is she?" Daniel McCallister asked his son.

Beau glared at Luke. "Can you not keep your mouth shut?"

Luke raised an eyebrow in protest. "You didn't tell me it was a secret."

"It wouldn't have mattered if I did. I knew last night you'd blab," Beau retorted.

"Sit down, son."

"I will, in a minute, Dad. Just trying to decide if I want to knock some sense into him now or wait until after dinner," Beau said jokingly, earning more laughter from them.

"After dinner please. Just in case you split my lip open, I want to be able to eat first," Luke grinned mischievously.

Beau shook his head. "I'll probably calm down by then."

"That's what I'm hoping for." Luke chuckled.

"Beau? Who is she? We're all curious because you haven't really dated since your divorce," Lisa McCallister interjected from the kitchen. "And dinner is ready," she announced. The men walked to the table, and Beau watched as his father held the chair for his mother before taking a seat himself.

After everyone's plates were filled, Beau's mother turned to him with a knowing look, causing him to sigh.

"Brenna Lawrence," he admitted.

"Where did you meet her?" his father asked.

"I've known her for years," Beau said with a shrug.

"Years? And you're only just now going on a date with her?" Luke exclaimed with his fork hovering in front of his mouth.

Beau leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and smirked. "Her husband was the guy Liz cheated on me with." He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction when their mouths dropped open in shock.

"Shit—"

"Lucas Andrew McCallister," their mother reprimanded Luke.

"Sorry, Mom."

"You should be. We do not use that language at the dinner table," she scolded firmly.

Beau couldn't help but chuckle. "Anyway, yes. The four of us used to go out together all the time." He clenched his fists under the table, still feeling bitter about how blind he had been.

"Take a deep breath, honey. It's in the past now," his mother said soothingly.

"I know, Mom. But it still pis—uh, makes me angry," Beau corrected himself.

"It would make anyone angry. But Mom is right, it's in the past, and was all for the best," Luke chimed in.

"I know that now, but sometimes I can't help but feel mad that I didn't see it sooner," Beau shook his head in frustration.

"Love can blind us, son," his father offered.

"I was too damn blind, Dad."

"Beaumont Daniel McCallister," his mother warned with a stern look.

"Sorry, Mom," he apologized, noticing Luke struggling to contain his laughter across the table, which only made Beau chuckle.

After eating, Beau helped clean up, but wanted to get going since it started snowing again. He pulled his coat on and placed his hat onto his head. Luke did the same and they walked outside together. As Luke pulled his gloves on, he looked at Beau.

"I'm happy you found someone, Beau."

Beau nodded. "Thanks, Luke. We're not sure where this is going, but we want to find out."

"She's beautiful. I hope it does work out for you. Liz did you wrong, so the best revenge is to be happy with another woman." Luke smirked, making Beau chuckle.

"You got that right. I'll see you at the office tomorrow." He slapped his brother on the back, walked down the steps, climbed into his truck and drove home. He planned to relax for the rest of the day. Tomorrow was Monday and he wanted to see what he could find out about the missing horse. He was frustrated that he couldn't find out anything.

As he watched a movie, he had trouble concentrating. He wanted to solve this case so bad, he could taste it. All agents knew that sometimes cases just didn't turn out the way everyone hoped, but they did all they could to find stolen livestock.

Sighing, he lay on the sofa, picked up the remote and tried to find a movie, but nothing appealed. That case wouldn't get out of his head.

His phone vibrated from the coffee table. He sat up, picked it up to see Creed McBride's number on the screen.

"Hey, Creed. What's going on?"

"I might have found your horse."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Pretty certain. I had a call yesterday about a ranch missing a cow. Just one, so after looking into it, I was talking with Killian, and he said the M.O. sounded like a case he worked on in Butte a few years ago. It seems the guy who did it was arrested but got probation. He'd been stealing one animal from different ranches and farms to throw us off."

"Yeah, well, it worked. Is the horse still around here?"

"I think so, but where, I have no idea. I'm working on it with my case."

"I appreciate it, Creed. Will you be in the office in the morning?"

"Yep."

"Alright, I'll talk to you about it then. Let's hope the snow holds off."

"Good luck with that. It's calling for a foot of snow tonight."

Beau chuckled. "Welcome to Montana."

"No shit. Talk to you tomorrow." Creed hung up.

Beau placed the phone back on the table then picked it back up and called Brenna.

"Hey," she answered sounding breathless.

"Hey, sweetheart. You sound out of breath."

"I just shoveled off my porch and steps. Dad was going to do it, so I got it done before he had a chance," she said, and Beau could hear the smile in her voice.

"Yeah, he doesn't need to do that, but neither do you."

"It won't get done by itself, Beau."

"Don't you have ranch hands?"

"Of course, but they're out working, and I didn't want to add to their chores when I could easily do it."

"I'm not going to argue with you about it because no doubt, I won't win."

Brenna laughed, making him grin. "Smart man. What are you doing today?"

"Not a thing. I got home from dinner with my parents and hit the sofa. More snow is on the way."

"I heard. School has already been canceled."

"That's good, if we're going to get what it's calling for. I just wanted to see if you want to go out on Saturday night. If we can, that is."

"I'd love it. Where to?"

"How about the diner, then Dewey's? Maybe we can have a nice evening and not run into our exes."

"Sounds good."

"I'll pick you up at six. Is that okay?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

"Yes, ma'am. Have a good evening, darlin'." He hung up with a grin.

He really liked her and as long as he's known her, he never considered taking her out. Even after their divorces, she never crossed his mind, and he wondered what the hell was wrong with him because she was not only beautiful but had a great sense of humor. A big turn-on for him was a woman who could make him laugh. He couldn't wait to see her again.

****

Brenna let out a sigh as she watched the weather report on TV. Once again, schools will be closed tomorrow for the third day in a row due to the bad weather. She hoped it would clear up by Saturday so she could see Beau. Surprisingly, she found herself eager to see him.

When she was married to Eric, she never thought of Beau in any other way than just a friend. But now, she could see him as something more and she was alright with that. She just hoped she wouldn't end up getting her heart broken, not because of cheating at least. Beau had been hurt deeply by his ex-wife's betrayal and he would never intentionally hurt someone like that. Brenna was the same way; she knew how much damage cheating could cause and she vowed to never do that to anyone.

It boggled her mind how Eric and Liz could think it was okay to cheat on their spouses. She couldn't understand it and probably never would. She and Liz used to be best friends, but apparently Liz was closer to Eric considering they had sex behind her and Beau's backs. Why did people not think about the repercussions of their actions? As she looked back on all the times they hung out together, she remembered how Liz and Eric would flirt, but she and Beau would just laugh it off as harmless banter between friends. If only she had known then what she knows now... She wasn't sure if confronting them would have made a difference though. They probably would have brushed it off as innocent teasing between friends anyway. She hadn't seen Liz since before her divorce until the other night, and she hoped she never ran into her again. The pain from their betrayal didn't hurt as much anymore, but the fact that she didn't see it coming still bothered her. Why did it always have to be the best friend?

Letting out another sigh, Brenna got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. As she listened to the wind howling outside, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She smiled when she saw it was her mom calling.

"Hi Mom."

"Honey, are you staying warm?"

"Yes, I'm just relaxing at home. I graded some homework but that only took about five minutes," she said with a laugh.

"I remember those days," her mom replied. "I actually called to see if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight, but with this bad weather picking up, maybe it's better if you stay inside."

"I would love to but as you said, I'd rather stay in. I hope it clears by the weekend."

"Do you have plans?" her mother teased.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Brenna grinned.

"What are you doing? Or can't you tell me?"

"I can tell you. I have a date." Her mother went silent, and she had to bite her lip to avoid laughing.

"A date? You have a date? With a man?"

Brenna laughed. "Yes, yes, and yes."

"Well, are you going to tell me who he is?"

"Beau McCallister."

"Beau McCallister? Your dad told me he was the livestock agent that came here about my horse, and he said Beau's wife is the one who cheated with Eric."

"Yes. We were all friends when we were married, and we spent a lot of time together," she replied.

"How did this happen?"

Brenna explained how she ran into Beau inside the barn, after two years apart.

"He's trying so hard to find your horse, Mom."

"Your dad mentioned it, and he seemed impressed with him. I'm happy for you, honey. I'm sure you two have a lot in common."

"More than I'd like, Mom. We were both betrayed by our spouses." Brenna told her about seeing them at dinner and Dewey's.

"Well, if it were me, I'd make sure they saw me as much as possible. Let them wonder what you're up to, and if they ask, simply tell them it's none of their business. Anything you and Beau do isn't their concern."

"You're right. I really like him, Mom."

"Good. I hope things work out for you. You deserve a good man, Brenna."

"I think so too. But I'm also scared."

"Who wouldn't be? Oh, your dad is calling for me. I should go. If it gets better later, come over for dinner. If the snow is still bad, just stay warm at home. We'll see you soon. Love you, honey."

"I love you both, Mom. Please tell Daddy for me."

"I will."

Brenna set her phone down on the counter while she made herself a cup of coffee. She walked to the living room window and watched as the snow whipped past outside. The thought of going out in this weather made her shiver, and she hoped that Beau was safe and warm somewhere indoors.

****

Beau trudged along the fence, snow constantly hitting his face. The cold was almost unbearable, but he was determined to get to the bottom of another theft, this time of a single cow. Who would go through all this trouble for just one animal? He wondered if it could be the same person he was looking for.

"Damn, it's freezing," he muttered as he scanned the ground for any signs of clues. Kneeling, he brushed away the snow and ran his hand over the brown grass below, but there was nothing. This was where the fence had been cut, but there were no footprints or tire marks. Just as he stood up again, something caught his eye, and he crouched back down.

There was a mark in the ground, possibly from a trailer that had been lowered to load an animal onto it. Standing up once more, Beau noticed smaller tire tracks leading away from the fence. As he followed them further, he came across truck tire tracks. Looking ahead, he saw they led to the main road. There were no tracks on the road, most likely due to the snow covering them.

Taking out his phone, Beau snapped photos of the road and then made his way back to the fence to take more pictures. He couldn't understand why someone would go through all this trouble for just one animal. Letting out a heavy sigh, he decided to check in with the rancher again.

He climbed into his truck and drove back to the main house, parked and climbed up the steps to knock on the door. When a woman answered, Beau removed his hat.

"Ma'am, I'm Agent Beau McCallister with the livestock division. I need to speak with someone about a stolen cow."

"Please come inside. I'll get my husband," she replied with a smile.

Beau wiped his boots on the mat, stepped inside but stayed close to the door, not wanting to track mud onto her clean floors. A few minutes later, Dane Hargrove entered the kitchen.

"Agent McCallister, did you find anything?"

"I found tracks that lead to the road, but after that, there's nothing. Do you have any idea why someone would steal just one cow?"

"Cow? It was a bull. A prized bull."

"Why wasn't I informed of this?" Beau inquired, clenching his jaw.

Hargrove shook his head. "I'm not sure. I was out of town when I found out and I told my manager to call MDOL. Maybe he forgot to mention it was one of my best breeders."

Beau's frustration grew. That would explain why only one animal was taken, but he should have been informed.

"I wish someone had told me."

"I'm sorry. Trust me, I'll be having a talk with my manager," Hargrove assured him.

"What's going on, Dane?" Mrs. Hargrove asked.

Beau listened as Hargrove explained the situation to his wife, who looked guilty.

Beau was sure that she had been the one to call about the missing animal, but the manager hadn't mentioned that it was their prized bull.

"I'm so sorry. Jenkins just said one of the cows was missing and asked if I could call MDOL. He didn't mention it was your bull, honey. I apologize," she repeated.

"It's okay, babe. But Jenkins should have given more details," Hargrove replied.

Beau let out another sigh. "Well, at least this explains the theft. We've also had a single horse stolen recently, and I thought they might be connected. But now it seems unlikely."

"I apologize, Agent." Hargrove sighed.

"No harm done. It just might have saved me some time trying to connect them. I'll see what I can find out. Is the bull microchipped?"

"Yes."

Beau placed his hat on his head and turned toward the door.

"That makes it easier. Let's hope the thieves are going to try to sell the bull at an auction house. I'll be in touch. Keep warm," Beau said with a grin.

"You too. Thank you," Hargrove said as Beau walked out.

As he climbed into his truck, his phone vibrated from his inside coat pocket. He got into the truck, closed the door, and removed his phone. He grinned when he saw a text from Brenna.

Are you staying warm?

No, my balls are freezing. He chuckled as he sent it back.

Too much information, McCallister. She answered with a laughing emoji.

Is there anything wrong?

No. Just wanted to check on you. Are you out in this?

I just got back into my truck. Now I'll head to the office.

You are crazy to be out in this.

It's my job.

I know but it's so cold out there, but they're your family jewels, not mine.

Beau liked her a lot. Taking a deep breath, he sent another text.

I wish it was Saturday. I want to see you. He waited for her response and hoped he hadn't scared her away.

Same here. Let's hope the weather clears up.

He grinned.

I know I am. I'll talk to you soon. Stay warm.

You too. Bye!

Beau drove his truck back toward Clifton, taking care to navigate through the slick roads that were now blanketed in a thick layer of snow. His hands gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity as the truck slid on a patch of ice, causing him to let out a string of curses.

Copper Ridge was treacherous under any circumstances, but during winter it became even more hazardous. Too many lives had been lost on its unforgiving turns and steep cliffs, including some of Beau's own friends.

Finally, he arrived back at the office, grateful to have made it in one piece. As he entered the building and made his way to his desk, he noticed Creed take a seat in the chair opposite him.

"It wasn't the horse you were after, Beau. Sorry," Creed said apologetically.

"Damn. Okay, well thanks anyway, Creed. I'll keep looking."

"Maybe it's just some kids again. Like when Eli had to deal with Callaway's son," Creed suggested.

"You could be right. I'll look into that. You know, the last thing we need is a bunch of reckless kids thinking it's okay to do something like this just because they think Joey Callaway got away with it. But they also need to realize that without Eli's help in getting him a job with Chelsea at Cotton Boarding Stables, things would have turned out much worse for Callaway. These kids think that all they have to do is a little community service and everything will be fine." Beau shook his head in frustration.

"It wouldn't surprise me. They follow along." Creed got up from his chair, walked over to his desk, and sat down.

Beau knew Creed had a point. Whenever one kid did something bad, it seemed like others wanted to follow suit. He made a mental note to check the social media of local kids; they could never seem to keep their mouths shut about their actions. They liked bragging, even though it often got them into trouble.

Joey Callaway and some friends had stolen horses from the Palmer ranch and were sentenced to community service. Being sixteen years old, juvenile detention was an option, and sometimes that was the best way to deal with them, but most of the time they were given community service. Beau smirked; they thought it would be easy, but quickly learned it was hard work no matter what kind.

Joey lucked out by working with horses and ended up loving it so much that he stayed on at the ranch after his debt was paid. The other boys involved weren't as lucky; they had to pick up trash along the roads. That wasn't too bad, but the judge made them wear shirts with "I'm a rustler and I like to steal your livestock" printed on the front and back, so every rancher, farmer, and livestock agent, along with everyone else, saw it when they drove by. The boys tried to stay far back from the road, but their boss made them work closer so they couldn't avoid being seen.

Beau chuckled as he remembered passing by them one day and heard people yelling at them from their cars. It was clear that they were embarrassed. It was no less than what they deserved.

As the sun set on another long day at the office, Beau stepped out into the bustling hallway and headed toward the elevator. He caught sight of Killian standing patiently in front of the doors, waiting for its arrival.

"Hey, Killian. How's it going?" Beau greeted him with a tired smile.

"Hey, Beau. Good. How about you?" Killian replied, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion as well.

"Just working on that case about the missing horse," Beau explained wearily.

"Any luck?"

"Not yet, but Creed suggested it could be kids, like the case Eli had."

"Oh, yeah. I remember Creed telling me about it. Well, good luck with it. If you need any help, let me know. I'm between cases. Dave thinks I need to settle in first before giving me any big jobs." Killian shook his head in frustration.

"I know that's frustrating for you, but you are new to the area. He's just letting you get adjusted." Beau reassured him with a grin.

"Yeah, I get that. I'm just ready to get to work."

"All cases are important, no matter how big or small. You know that."

"I do." Killian sighed. "I'm just used to bigger cases, but I'll take whatever is thrown at me."

"No doubt about it," Beau agreed with a nod.

The two men stepped into the elevator as it arrived and pushed the button for the first floor. As they made their way out of the building, their conversation was cut short by an unexpected sight: snow falling from the dark sky above.

"Shit," Beau muttered under his breath. "I thought it was supposed to be clear today."

"It looks like we're in for it," Killian observed with disappointment.

"I was hoping it would let up like the weather station said it would. I… had plans for the weekend," Beau muttered.

"Well, we still have a couple of days until the weekend, so maybe it will clear up by then," Killian offered.

Beau glanced over at him with a smile. "I hope so."

Killian grinned. "Big date planned?"

Beau chuckled. "Actually, yes."

"Good luck then. I'm going to try and get home before it gets worse."

"Are you still looking for a house?" Beau inquired curiously.

"I will after the weather clears. Whenever that is." Killian chuckled.

"I'd say spring, but we both know that could be a lie," Beau joked.

Killian nodded in agreement. "True. Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Beau."

"Sure thing. Be careful out there."

"You too," Killian replied before turning and making his way to his truck parked nearby. Beau watched as he climbed in and drove out of the lot.

He liked Killian from the moment they first met while investigating the case involving Agent Mac Carter's death and the attempted murder of three other agents: Eli Hawkins, Alex Reeves, and Creed. Killian's sharp instincts and unwavering dedication had been crucial in bringing down the perpetrators responsible for such terrible crimes. After all the dust had settled, Killian was asked to transfer to their office, and everyone welcomed him. Not only was he an excellent agent, but he was also a genuinely good man who would always have their backs in any situation.

Beau made his way toward his truck, and hoped like hell the weather would let up. He wanted to spend time with Brenna.

"Damn snow," he swore as he climbed into his truck, started it, and drove out of the lot to head home.