There were many, many things to love about Beau. His country lifestyle, that unwavering dedication to his loved ones, and especially his cuddly protectiveness. His career as sheriff crept into his daily life, manifested in habits that became so deeply ingrained in his psyche that he couldn’t imagine where to begin extricating them. Which brings you to this familiar routine.

“Hey, darlin’.”

There’s that smooth accent you know so well. You barely close the front door in time to see your man, ducking down and landing a kiss on your cheek. He was close and comforting. In a familiar rhythm, Beau’s big, warm hands immediately find your waist and he starts frisking. Of course, he had complete and total trust in you. It was pretty funny on the off chance he did find something in your pockets, but you both knew that Beau really just wanted the excuse to hold onto you and check in on everything. And you certainly liked seeing Sheriff Arlen in “work mode.”