Beau Eaton Quotes

Beau Eaton, don’t you dare pick something huge.” I turn to face her now. She shakes her head at me as I walk backward, straight into the waiting arms of . . . a giant stuffed raccoon. The biggest toy they’ve got. “Why not, future Mrs. Eaton?” I call back, grinning so hard my cheeks hurt. “You love that massive rock I put on your finger, don’t you?

Bailey, shut up and let me fuck what belongs to me. We can talk later.

Bailey: Not sure my brothers will like an Eaton driving onto the property. Don’t come here. It’s not safe for you. Beau: Bailey, I don’t give a fuck what they like.

I have never felt more cherished than I do with Beau Eaton wrapped around me.

Life’s always an adventure with you, Beau Eaton.

I wonder how he’s feeling. I wonder if he knows what he’s doing. I wonder if he’ll regret changing his life for me. And the weight of that is downright crushing. I don’t go to my next appointment. I don’t think I can handle looking at another dining room and wondering about Beau. What I want is to crawl into bed with him and have him hold me. I don’t text him. I just drive back to the fire hall, prepared to wait for him if I have to. But I don’t have to. When I pull up, he’s seated on a bench in the sun, knees slung open, phone held low while he scrolls the screen. You’d think for a tier one operator he would notice me across the street, but he doesn’t. So I watch him. He smiles and his shoulders vibrate on a laugh. I wonder what he’s watching. I wonder how his interview went. I wonder how long he’s been waiting. I wonder if he’s hungry or if he ate lunch. I wonder if he’d be okay with me coming to sit beside him. It feels like my brain is just an ode to Beau Eaton. I think about him all the fucking time. Worry about him. Crave him.

And if I had to get caught trespassing naked in a river, I’m glad Beau Eaton is the one to catch me.

I'm not admiring it, Bailey. I'm telling you it means something to me. I'm telling you there are only so many firsts in your life before every day just turns into a blur of more of the same. I'm telling you that, whether or not you realize it, it might mean something to you one day. And I hate the thought of you living with any regrets.

I bet Beau Eaton knows how to handle a woman’s body like a pro.

Bailey, I'm not walking through a door ahead of you. That's just rude. I'm pretty sure it would summon Harvey. He'd pop out from behind a shelf and cuff me in the head.

Beau Eaton, shut your mouth and get your ass outside.

It feels like my brain is just an ode to Beau Eaton.

Eventually, the roar of the planes recedes and everything grows quiet, leaving only the crackle of the nearby fire. Movement at the end of the driveway draws my attention, and a compact fire rescue vehicle careens onto the property. It stops right beside me, and a female police officer climbs out, along with a man dressed similarly to Bash—only his shirt reads Alberta Wildfire. He rounds the front of the vehicle and jogs toward me as I roll down the window. “Gwen?” he asks. “Yeah, that’s me,” I say, trying not to give in to the welling tears in my eyes. There’s an embroidered patch over his heart that spells out Eaton and I focus on that instead. “So glad we found you.” He smiles, and it might be the most reassuring smile in the world. Something about him screams confident and capable, and it eases the knot in my chest. He reaches a hand toward me. “Hi. I’m Beau. Here to help you out. What do you say we get the hell off this mountain?” I shake his hand through the open window, grateful. “Sounds like a really, really great plan. You are officially my hero.” “Ah, I don’t know if I would take it that far. I just got in from out of province to help out, walked into the station to hear a fella up in one of those planes losing his goddamn mind on the radio over finding you. Figured I could make a detour on my way to the front lines.