Beau hadn't been the one to initially insist upon a feelingless relationship. He had willingly went along with it, of course, but that was more to respect her line in the sand. Eva landed in America because of a disastrous relationship. Who was he to add to her stress by admitting to such feelings? (And, again, if he were being honest with himself Beau would admit the feelings existed long before following her to Irvingly.)

"This isn't about me," he insisted. "Are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure you aren't just reeling from whatever was said that night and looking for somewhere to land?" The questions were hard to ask, but necessary. Having been burned before Beau knew all too well the turmoil it created. After [ex's name here] left it had taken him at least a year not to mindlessly sleep around with anyone willing.

He sat up straight, though made no move to touch her. Should anything transpire between them tonight it would be initiated by Eavan. "I trust you when you say it's over, but I ... I don't want you to regret anything."