CHAPTER 29 | Holly
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During the drive back, I expected Beau to be quiet, or at least a bit tired, but he’s wired for sound, talking almost nonstop. By the time I park my Bronco next to his truck, I’ve learned that Andrew Davies-Whitley was probably born a pain in the ass, and the possibility of being a course designer makes Beau seem like another person.
He didn’t tell me that last part, obviously, but it’s easy to see.
He’s happy, and it makes me smile like an i***t. Then I catch him smiling at me and heat curls through me. Every time I look in his direction, he’s studying me like I’m someone else, and I can’t really blame him, he seems like someone else to me too.
“I’ve never seen you so...passionate,” I say as we turn off the Interstate, catching the winding highway
