CHAPTER 34 | Beau
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When I get back, the Bronco’s nowhere in sight and the cottage is cold. I walk through the living room, circle through the kitchen, and check out back. Definitely no Holly.
I scrub one hand through my hair, annoyed and annoyed that I’m annoyed. I wish she were here. I want to talk to her. Apologize for being such an ass. She saved me from tanking my career—and hurting Adele. I would’ve broken things I would never have been able to mend.
I owe her for protecting me.
The realization is small and squirming and uncomfortable as hell. Would I have looked out for her the same way? I honestly don’t know. I’ve been such an ass lately.
Or always, I guess, depending on who you ask.
Something buzzes, interrupting my thoughts. A cell? I check my pocket. Not m
