Page 18 of Beau

“I don’t think I could fit on your sofa,” Beau joked with a grin.

Brenna laughed. “You’re definitely too tall for it. I noticed Luke is tall too.”

Beau grinned. “Tallness runs in the family. Our dad is almost six foot six and our mom is five-eleven.”

“Oh my, I’d feel tiny next to all of you. I’m five-seven,” Brenna remarked with a smile.

“I don’t think anyone in my family is under five-ten,” Beau said with a nod.

“Seriously? Not even those who married into the family?”

“Well, maybe them. Like my uncle’s wife, she’s only five feet and he’s six-six.”

Brenna couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. “That’s quite the height difference.”

“Yeah.” Beau chuckled.

“So how did you become a livestock agent? I never asked.”

“Luke and I are actually fifth generation livestock agents. It runs in the family, going back to our great-great-grandfather.”

“So, your dad is one, too?”

“Yes, but he took an early retirement. He was shot in the leg two years ago and he didn’t want a desk job, so he retired. He enjoys it, but I can tell he misses it. He never fails to talk to me or Luke about cases.”

“He was shot?” Brenna asked in disbelief.

“Yes, unfortunately it happens more often than people realize. One of our agents was fatally shot a few years ago, and three others were injured but survived.”

“It must have affected you deeply.”

Beau nodded solemnly. “It affected all of us. He was a good man, and we all miss him. Oh, I have a wedding to attend at the end of the month. Would you like to come with me as my guest?”

Brenna furrowed her brow. “How does the topic of shooting lead to a wedding?”

Beau chuckled. “Well, the agent who died left behind his pregnant wife and one of the surviving agents, Eli, was his best friend. For a long time, Eli blamed himself for not being able to save him, but Mac was killed instantly by armor-piercing bullets. Recently, Eli came face to face with Mac’s widow and they fell in love. They’re getting married now.”

“Did she have the baby?”

“Yes, she had a daughter named Lily who Eli adores and vice versa.”

“Did Eli ever get over blaming himself?”

“Yes, thanks to Lorna’s help. So, will you join me at the wedding?”

“If you’re sure.”

“I wouldn’t have asked otherwise, Brenna.”

She smiled. “Then I would love to go. Weddings are so romantic.”

“And you are a hopeless romantic,” Beau teased.

Brenna laughed. “I’ve never been to an October wedding before. I bet it will be beautiful.”

Beau shrugged nonchalantly. “I suppose so.”

“Typical male response,” Brenna joked.

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