“Bain…Jesus, Ryan. My father’s title is Bain Huntley. Now, please, inform me what that is all about!”

“When is he getting married?”

He hesitates however should see how essential it’s for me to know this, so he replies, “June seventeenth. Ryan—”

I lower him off, “My mother can be getting married on June seventeenth. Her fiancé’s title is Bain.”

We stand right here, letting my phrases sink in, and when his eyes widen, I can see the reality…Beau actually did not know. Beau’s head begins to shake as he goes into denial mode, however even I am not delusional sufficient to assume it is only a coincidence. He loosens his maintain sufficient for me to take a step again.

“Ah, there you two are!” Bain’s voice comes from behind Beau, and I look over his shoulder at my soon-to-be stepfather and my mom, who’s looking at me in concern.

She understands what is going on on.

Beau continues to stare at me. A combination of confusion, unhappiness, and anger, all wrapped into one look, burns into me. It takes all the pieces I’ve to tear my eyes away from him, however after I do, it is to have a look at his father. My brows knit collectively after I see Bain’s expression. Is that…a smirk?

“I see you’ve gotten lastly figured it out!” Bain’s states nonchalantly.

Beau swings round on his father. “What the fuck does that imply? Do you know?”

Bain rolls his eyes. “There is not something you try this I am unaware of, Beau.”

“Bain?” My mom locations her hand on her fiancé’s arm.

“We’ll speak about this later. Persons are beginning to stare,” Bain says with a smile, but it surely’s one with a warning hooked up to it.

“You son of a bitch!” Beau surprises me together with his outburst towards his father. “I can not imagine you. Even that is low for you, Father!”

Out of the blue, Beau is gone, disappearing into the group of graduates and their households. When Bain begins to say my title, I shake my head at him, flip, and run after the one who holds my coronary heart. I do not know what this implies for us, however we’ll determine it out. We’ve to.

I discover Beau as he is simply attending to his automotive. “BEAU!” I name out, tears working rampant down my face.

He turns, and I can see that he is about to disregard me by the best way he begins to offer me his again, however he stops, his shoulders slumping. He turns simply as I get to him, and I throw myself at him. He catches me similar to I hoped he would, his arms wrapping round me tightly.

“It would not matter.” My voice cracks. “We’re adults, and we can’t be associated by blood…”

“God, Ryan…” I hear the anguish in his tone. “If solely it have been that straightforward.”

We stand right here for a couple of minutes, considered one of his fingers on my decrease again and the opposite cupping the again of my head. I do not perceive why it have to be so sophisticated. Am I not allowed to be glad…ever?

When Beau begins to drag away, I tighten my maintain, considering he’ll depart me. As an alternative, he cups my cheeks. “Get within the automotive, Ryan. I wish to take you someplace.”

I nod, however earlier than I can do as he says, Beau brushes his lips towards mine. My hand covers his, nonetheless cupping my cheeks as his lips linger on mine. The sound of our names being known as rips us from the second, and we glance within the path it is coming from. My mom and Bain are strolling towards us, and I really feel Beau tense.

“Let’s go—now,” he says in a surly voice, and I waste no time working to the passenger aspect and getting in.

Neither of us says a phrase as Beau flies out of the varsity parking zone and heads for the outskirts of city. Simply as I begin to assume that we’re headed to Lookout Level, Beau turns his Lexus onto a unique gravel street. This one is narrower, and the signal we move states that it is non-public property. I belief Beau sufficient to know that he is aware of what he is doing.

“Beau?”

He glances over at me and takes my hand. “That is a part of our property,” he states and leaves it at that.

Quickly, we come right into a clearing the place a small log cabin sits. I have a look at the man behind the wheel and lift my forehead. The construction appears to be like outdated and weathered, to not point out a bit unsafe.

“Are we going inside?” I ask.

He slows the automotive and places it in park earlier than turning to me. Chuckling, he says, “It appears to be like worse than it really is. I have been fixing it up for the previous three years. It is the place I come after I have to assume or be alone.”

I watch him climb from the automotive, and after I do not transfer to do the identical, he comes round and opens my door. “Are you positive it is secure to enter?”

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