It was the final swipe at her eyes that caught Beau's attentio. Damn it all to hell, Eva was crying. His fury didn't lessen at the realization (and there would certainly be many sleepless nights in his future) but it was more forcefully pushed aside by his determination to be a decent husband to her. Decent hubsands didn't lose their temper over nothing, and they most definitely have tantrums like a child.

"I'm sorry, Eavan," he muttered defeatedly. This wasn't her fault, none of it was. "Why don't we go in and I'll make you a cuppa? You shouldn't be burdened with this."