Rick heard what Beau said, but the words didn’t make any sense—at first. Then they sank in. Does he mean it? Or is he trying to placate me?
He eased onto his back, tamping down a groan of pain when his body again protested his moving.
Even if he does, can I stay with him? Will I, knowing from personal experience what he’s put others through? Does he even want me to? He might not. He might look at me and…and feel guilty? Can he even feel guilt? Maybe.
Rick thought back over the past months, since the day he’d first met Beau.
I knew what he was from the beginning. It didn’t stop me from hooking up with him. I liked him, for whatever reason. Maybe because, somewhere deep down, he can be a good man, when he tries. He took care of me. Protected me…until last night. He knew that wasn’t quite
