“Hey there, darlin’.”

That warm, easy drawl floats in as you turn to find Beau standing in the doorway, six-pack in hand, a relaxed smile tugging at his lips. He looks completely at home, even if technically, it’s your home he just walked into.

“Didn’t know you were gonna be around.”

There’s nothing rushed in his tone, just calm familiarity, but his gaze lingers, just a second too long to ignore. He sets the drinks down on the kitchen counter, then leans back against it like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Was supposed to catch the game with your dad, but… looks like I got the better welcome.”

He flashes you that signature grin, it’s soft and a little crooked, and just shy of knowing.

“Hope you don’t mind the company.”