CHAPTER 12 | Holly
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Beau didn’t say a word while I drove us home last night, and as soon as we got back, he hit the whisky. I fell asleep around midnight, but he was still going strong: sitting on the deck, lost in his thoughts and looking over the darkened paddocks, swigging straight from the bottle.
Which doesn’t exactly make it surprising when his bedroom door stays closed for most of the morning. It’s fine by me if he wants to sleep off a hangover. My first day of babysitting him wasn’t exactly thrilling, and I don’t mind the break before starting day two with him.
Instead of arguing with him, I get to take the morning to work on my stuff. I talk to Dane first, Mom second, and after I’m sure she isn’t plotting to lock him in the garage, I wrangle my oversized suitcase out o
