Truth be told, Beau wasn't afraid of Conall, not in the physical sense anyway. He was taller, younger, and more athletic than Eva's father. Beau had extensive experience in fighting and dueling, had even accidentally murdered a man once (much to his shame). There wasn't much Conall could do to him that Beau hadn't already experienced.
Despite this knowledge and confidence in his abilities, Beau knew the single most ability he lacked was Conall's determination to protect his daughter. Yes, Beau loved Eva and would lay down his life to protect her and their child, but at the end of the day Eva wasn't his child. All his hopes and dreams hadn't resided on her head for nearly three decades as Conall's had (even if they all did now). The threat was a solid one, one Beau would do his damn best never to be in need of reminding.
"I wouldn't dream of it." And he meant it wholeheartedly. Beau would've watched her be happy with Fletcher if that was what she wished. Miserably, of course, but what was his hopes to her happiness? "And you have every right to should I forget that."
Despite this knowledge and confidence in his abilities, Beau knew the single most ability he lacked was Conall's determination to protect his daughter. Yes, Beau loved Eva and would lay down his life to protect her and their child, but at the end of the day Eva wasn't his child. All his hopes and dreams hadn't resided on her head for nearly three decades as Conall's had (even if they all did now). The threat was a solid one, one Beau would do his damn best never to be in need of reminding.
"I wouldn't dream of it." And he meant it wholeheartedly. Beau would've watched her be happy with Fletcher if that was what she wished. Miserably, of course, but what was his hopes to her happiness? "And you have every right to should I forget that."