Once we polished off our breakfast, Beau and I pushed away from the diner, leaving Cole and Olivia behind, still engrossed in their conversation. The morning sun bathed the bustling main street in a warm glow, illuminating the quaint storefronts and casting long shadows as we meandered along the sidewalk. The scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air, trailing behind us as we walked toward my house, the familiarity of the path comforting amidst the day's unfolding possibilities.
“I’m really sorry about Olivia,” Beau said, his brow furrowing with concern. “She can be pretty overprotective when it comes to Cole.”
“Yeah, I completely understand where she’s coming from,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest as a wave of memories surged through my mind, harking back to the warmth of my t
