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Brenna glanced across the room and saw Liz looking their way and raised an eyebrow at her and watched as Liz quickly turned away to speak with Eric. Even from this distance, Brenna could see the color drain from Eric’s face as he laid eyes on Beau, and she couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.
“What’s so funny?” Beau asked, cutting into his steak.
“Liz just told Eric we were here and when he saw you, he went ghostly pale.”
Beau let out a chuckle. “Good. You have no idea how badly I wanted to punch him when I caught him in our bathroom.”
“One punch from you and he’d be out for a week.” Brenna laughed, but then grew serious. “Tell me what happened. I’m in the dark.”
Beau picked up his napkin and dabbed at his mouth before meeting Brenna’s gaze.
“I came home early. She thought I would be out of town for a few more days. When I saw her in a robe, I knew something was off. She tried to play it cool, saying she was going to take a shower and that the bed wasn’t made because she took a nap.” He shook his head in disbelief. “She never took naps. So, I asked her where Eric was, since his truck was parked outside. She kept insisting she didn’t know. What a load of bull. How could she not know his truck was there? Anyway, when I headed toward the bathroom door, she tried to stop me, but I pushed her aside and opened the door; and there he was.” Anger flashed in Beau’s eyes at the memory. “I wanted to punch him right then and there. I had to clench my fists to keep from doing it. I told her to get out. It’s my house. I bought it before we were married, and the deed was in my name only. She tried to claim half of everything, but my lawyer made sure that didn’t happen, thanks to her infidelity.”
“I hate what they did to us, but I don’t want to dwell on them. They don’t deserve anything from me. Not even a thought.”
“I agree. Let’s just enjoy our meal, then get out of here.”
“Sounds good.”
****
After finishing dinner, Beau signaled for the check. Once it arrived and was taken care of, they slid out of the booth. Beau helped Brenna with her coat and took her hand in his, leading her toward the glass doors to exit. He paused and glanced back at Liz and Eric, feeling a surge of pride at their shocked expressions. Liz’s mouth hung open in disbelief at seeing him holding hands with Brenna, while Eric looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole. With a sly smirk, Beau led Brenna out of the restaurant and toward his truck.
He helped her into the passenger seat before striding around to climb in behind the wheel. His eyes met hers in the dim light of the truck’s interior.
“Want to head home or make a pit stop at Dewey’s? The snow has finally stopped,” he asked.
“I haven’t been to Dewey’s in ages. Let’s go,” Brenna replied with a grin.
“Alright.” Beau started the truck and drove toward the bar.
As they pulled into the crowded parking lot, he found a spot and got out, quickly making his way to the other side of the truck. But she was already stepping out, determination in her stride.
“I could have gotten the door for you,” he said with a frown, gesturing to the now open door.
“I’m fine. I’m excited to go in. It’s been years,” Brenna teased, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“Damn, Eric was an ass,” Beau muttered under his breath as he took her hand and led her toward the entrance of the bar. He held open the heavy wooden door for her, allowing her to enter first before following closely behind.
The warm air hit them as soon as they stepped inside, accompanied by boisterous chatter, laughter, and music. They stood still for a moment, taking in their surroundings.
“It looks like snow doesn’t keep Dewey’s customers away.” Brenna shook her head with a smile.
“Let’s try to get to the bar and find some stools. Getting a table may be out of the question,” Beau suggested, pulling her along as they weaved through the crowd.
They reached the bar and managed to snag two empty stools. Beau caught Scarlett Conway’s eye, the owner of Dewey’s, and waved at her. She smiled back and made her way over to them.
“Hey, Beau. What can I get you?” she asked with a friendly smile.
Beau turned to Brenna, who was looking around the bar with wonder in her eyes.
“Brenna? What would you like?” he asked, his gaze lingering on her beautiful face.
She met his gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.
“Just a soda for me, please,” Brenna replied with a small smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” Scarlett said before turning to Beau. “And you?”
