Again, Beau wondered what changed to make her break the silence that was stretched between them. Had Mr. Langley approached her again? Beau thought to have a word with him (read: make the man fear for his life) but wasn't sure if doing so would further enrage Eva. The peaceful life they left in Arizona seemed like a never ending drama that he was reluctant to add anything else into the mix.
Including his feelings.
"You don't need to apologize." It wasn't her to break the agreement, after all. Although, if Beau were being honest with himself, her crawling into bed with him after fighting with the bastard had crossed the line. Beau wasn't meant to comfort her as a lover would, to hold her as she mourned the loss of some great love. That was decidedly not part of the agreement.
Beau gestured for her to sit in the desk chair and sat himself on the edge of the bed. "You don't have to apologize." He repeated, unsure of what else say.
Including his feelings.
"You don't need to apologize." It wasn't her to break the agreement, after all. Although, if Beau were being honest with himself, her crawling into bed with him after fighting with the bastard had crossed the line. Beau wasn't meant to comfort her as a lover would, to hold her as she mourned the loss of some great love. That was decidedly not part of the agreement.
Beau gestured for her to sit in the desk chair and sat himself on the edge of the bed. "You don't have to apologize." He repeated, unsure of what else say.