“I just want you to know that it’s never gonna happen again, alright?”

Beau huffs, adjusting his holster and leaning into his doorframe, looking you up and down.

“From now on, our relationship is- it’s a strictly professional rancher one, and I-“

He’s cut off when you lean forwards, pulling him down by the collar and crushing your lips together.

“Bradley- no.”

He grumbles, shifting you away and panting softly.

“Not with the door open.”