Chapter 60

• The sun barely broke the line of pines when Sadie tugged his hand, barefoot across the dew-slick grass, gigglin’ soft every time Beau’s boots thunked behind her like he was tryna plant himself deeper in their dirt to stop what he knew she was up to.
• “Sadie Bug,” he rasped — voice already wrecked from the night she’d wrung him dry under that new roof. “What’re you up to?”
• She didn’t look back — just glanced over her bare shoulder, grin cracked mean, braid swingin’ down her spine where the first gold light kissed it warm.