Chapter 151

They walked for almost an hour and Beau felt he could have gone further, but Beast said, “We don’t want you to overdo things on your first time up and around. Let’s head back.” Gently, he took Beau’s hand. Beast’s hand was so large, Beau’s own felt lost in the warmth of it.

He also felt safe.

Beau’s hopes to find out more about Beast were dashed as they walked along the trails, the pine trees towering over them, making the air nippy, revealing slashes of sunlight and shadow and glimpses of blue skies and clouds, up high, moving fast.

Beau felt as though he was in another world. And, in a way, he was.

Once back at the house, Beau removed the down jacket Beast had given him, hanging it on a hook in the great, walnut-paneled foyer. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell me a little bit more about you? Like where these clothes came from? They’re certainly not yours.”