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“I can’t believe it. Liz and Eric are here.”

“What? Where?” Beau turned around and noticed them and clenched his jaw. “Are they following us?”

“We haven’t seen them in years, and now we’ve run into them three times.” Brenna shook her head. “Well, I won’t let them ruin my night.”

“Neither will I.” Beau stood up. “Let’s dance.”

“Okay.” Brenna hopped off her stool, took Beau’s hand, and they headed to the dance floor. Beau loved holding her in his arms as the band played Tim McGraw’s She’s My Kind of Rain. Brenna wrapped her arms around Beau’s neck as he held her close.

“You smell amazing,” he whispered in her ear.

“Thank you. You always smell so good.”

Beau ordered them both sodas after they took their seats. He didn’t want to drink and drive. A little while later, he leaned in close to her.

“Ready to leave?” he asked.

“Yes, but I need to use the restroom first. I won’t be long,” she replied.

As she stood up from her stool, Beau reached for her wrist and held it, stopping her. She looked at him and he smiled before giving her a quick kiss.

“Hurry back,” he said.

“I will. Hold that thought,” she joked before weaving through the crowd to get to the restroom.

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Brenna stood in front of the mirror in the dimly lit restroom, her reflection staring back at her. The door swung open, and she met Liz’s eyes in the mirror. Brenna let out an exasperated sigh before washing her hands, ignoring the woman behind her.

“Brenna,” Liz’s voice echoed through the small space, breaking the silence.

She turned to face Liz; her jaw clenched tight. “Don’t. Do not even think about speaking to me.”

Liz’s lips twitched into a smirk as she leaned against the sink. “So, you and Beau, huh?”

Brenna pushed the button on the automatic hand dryer, refusing to look at the woman who had played a role in destroying her marriage. Once her hands were dry, she stormed out of the bathroom without a second glance at Liz. Her blood boiled at the mere thought of that woman daring to speak to her.

As she weaved through the dense crowd, Brenna’s anger simmered down. She refused to let that woman get under her skin.

When she finally reached Beau, she saw him engaged in conversation with Dominic Blackstone. She smiled as she greeted him.

“Hi, Dom. It’s been a while,” she said, standing at Beau’s side. She almost laughed at the look of surprise on Dom’s face.

“Uh, hi, Brenna.” He frowned until Beau chuckled.

“Yeah, we’re together,” Beau said.

Dom grinned. “Well, I hope it works out for you both.”

“I do too,” Beau said, gazing at Brenna with a look that made her cheeks flush.

“Thanks, Dom. Are you ready to leave?” Brenna asked Beau.

“Yes, ma’am.” Beau shook Dom’s hand, then took her hand and led her through the crowded bar and out the door.

“At least it’s not snowing this time,” Brenna commented as they walked toward his truck.

“Hush. You’ll jinx it,” Beau teased.

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