Someone laughs in the bar, and Beau curses under his breath, then turns to me. “Are we really doing this?” Panting, I give him the stink-eye. “If I have to explain what’s going on here, then…” His warm laugh—so different than the one he gave me a few minutes ago—feels like we’re sharing a secret. “Come on, princess.” The man hoists me higher in his arms and bolts out the back door. “My truck or yours?” “I have an SUV.” I bite my bottom lip, embarrassed to be making this admission. “There’s,...