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Anna chuckled. Olivia was funny and honest to a fault, so she’d probably draw all kinds of wild conclusions if she found out Anna was sleeping in the same bed as Beau. “My lips are sealed.”

He stepped beside her, stopping only a fewinches away, and pointed his finger at her. “Mine are too. Don’t get any ideas about taking advantage of me in the night.”

She pressed her lips together to hold back the chuckle, but it bubbled out of her anyway. “Okay. I’ll be a good girl.”

Beau’s eyes widened, and he dropped his hand. “Actually, I think I should sleep on the couch.”

Anna rolled her eyes and pointed toward the bedroom. “Get in there. We’re adults, and we can keep our hands to ourselves,” she bossed.

He took his sweet, precious time eyeing the couch before making up his mind and marching past her into the bedroom.

Everything would be fine. They would sleep on opposite sides of the massive bed with plenty of free space for Jesus between them.

After all, this was Beau, and if he’d proven anything to her today, it was that he was one of the good ones—an important fact she hadn’t noticed before he agreed to put his life aside for a week to come on her honeymoon with her.

Chapter 10

Anna

The morning sun streamed through the window as Anna rolled over in bed. With the blanket and sheets pulled snugly under her chin, she sank into the comfortable mattress for half a second before blinking her eyes open. It took a moment for the events of yesterday to hit her like a freight train.

The wedding. Dean and Misty.

Beau.

The last thought allowed her to roll onto her back and stretch her arms over her head. By the time she crawled into bed next to Beau last night, she’d been halfway to the best sleep of her life.

Dear goodness, she’d slept next to Beau Lawrence. Popping up like a Jack-in-the-box, she looked to the other side of the bed to find it empty.

Had she dreamed it? But how did sheexplain that she was indeed in the honeymoon suite at a luxury ski resort?

Pushing her fingers through her hair, she tossed back the blanket and got out of bed. Whatever waited for her, she needed to face it head-on.

Anna stepped into the common area of the suite where Beau sat at the dining table with one hand wrapped around a mug of steaming coffee and a Bible open in front of him.

He glanced up at her, but his expression was unreadable. “Morning. Breakfast is ready.”

The warm smell of cooked meat hit her at that moment. The table was covered in all kinds of breakfast foods from bacon and eggs to fruit and yogurt.

The sight was enough to make her mouth water and conjure a lump in her throat at the same time. Beau had gotten up early to read the Bible and order room service.

Yep. The tears were coming, and she had precious seconds before they made their appearance. “Thanks. I’ll be right back.”

Slipping off to the bathroom, she splashed water on her face and dried the tears along with the rest. It was a shock. That was all. Would Dean have gotten up early to read the Bible? No. Would he have ordered room service before she woke up? Probably not.

That was all she needed to see the events of yesterday for exactly what they were—a blessing.

With dry eyes and clean teeth, her shoulders lifted easier. Who cared if Dean had betrayed her? Who cared if he left her with a mess to clean up? It was best to move on and call it a lesson.

Beau stood in the kitchen pouring more coffee from a carafe into his mug when she stepped out of the bathroom. It was amazing what a splash in the face could do for her mood.

“Morning,” she said, allowing the genuine smile to have its way.

Beau rested his back against the counter. “I asked Olivia what you’d want, but I ordered a little of everything. I’ll eat whatever you don’t want.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “There is no way I could even make a dent in that spread. You’re eating with me.”

Beau lowered the mug from his lips and pinned her with an intense stare. “Someone is bossy first thing in the morning.”

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