Chapter 57

• The swing squeaked soft under them, chain fresh but hummin’ like it’d been there all their lives. Beau sat back deep, legs spread wide, one boot braced on the porch post while Sadie straddled him, flannel half-falling off her bare shoulder. Her hair was a mess — he’d made sure of that hours ago — but the grin she wore was so clean and sweet he near forgot how filthy she’d sounded sayin’ yes last night on the tailgate.
• Sadie cradled her mug under her chin — steam driftin’ up to mix with the warm brush of dawn spillin’ across the porch. She tipped her nose down, watched his thumb stroke over her ring like he still didn’t believe it sat there real and shining.
• “You starin’ at that thing again?” she teased — voice soft, country hush tangled with her giggle.