Beau (In the Company of Snipers Book 18)
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Overwhelmed, he’d dropped to his knees the moment he saw his first true love again. McKenna knelt with him, then took him into her arms and they’d cried together. Sad tears. Happy tears. They cried a lot these days.
“You need to rest,” Grandma Essie reminded McKenna, patting her hand like she did when she worried. And Beau’s mother always worried.
“I will. Later. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happier,” McKenna confessed as she found her grinning prince marching toward her with sweet Baby Essie high on his shoulder. “I’m so happy that you and Rubio accepted our invitation to live with us. I know this is a long way from Mexico, but you’ve made Beau happy, and that’s all I want.”
Grandma Essie wiped a tear. “It is all I want as well. You have such a beautiful baby.”
McKenna agreed. Baby Essie was the cutest little girl in the world. There was no doubt about that. But Beau was...
Totally.
Utterly.
Beautiful.
The End
Thank you for reading Beau’s story!
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