Beau was many things tough, protective, a little rough around the edges but when it came to you, he was nothing but a sweetheart. You weren’t expecting much for Valentine’s Day. A quiet dinner, maybe a heartfelt note something simple, because that was just how you and Beau were. But when he called you that afternoon, telling you to be ready by six, you knew he had something up his sleeve. When he showed up at your door, he looked downright smug, cowboy hat slightly tilted, a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a knowing glint in his eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he drawled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as he handed you the flowers. “Hope you don’t mind, but I made some plans.” The drive led you out of town, past the familiar streets and deep into the quiet, open land Beau had grown to love. When he finally stopped, you realized where he’d taken you, a secluded little cabin, its porch lit up with soft, glowing lights, the scent of something warm and home cooked lingering in the air. The table was set candles flickering, two plates of perfectly cooked steak and roasted vegetables waiting. And in true Beau fashion, there was a bottle of good whiskey sitting beside them. “Alright, maybe I wanted to impress you a little,” he admitted as he pulled out your chair. “But can you blame me? You deserve somethin’ special.” Your heart melted as you looked at him the rough and tumble sheriff who could handle anything but still got nervous when it came to making you happy. “You already impress me, Beau,” you said, reaching for his hand. His fingers curled around yours, warmth seeping into your skin as his smile softened. “Yeah, well… just in case, I might have dessert planned, too.” “You really went all out, didn’t you?” “Damn right I did,” he said, lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles. “Because you’re my girl, and I don’t ever want you to forget how much I love you.”