His right hand was scraped raw and he turned his left hand over several times, checking his wrist.
“Is it broken?” she asked.
“Feels like a sprain.”
“Here.” She put her hands under his arm and helped steady him as he got to his feet. Thankfully he wasn’t in shock or off balance, because if this bear-sized man went over, they were both going down.
As soon as he was on his feet, Beau went into action. “You have to get inside right now.” He spread his arms and herded her towards the building.
She shook her head and tried to dodge him. “I’m never going through those doors again.”
“Cindy—listen to me. There’s a lawyer in Patricia’s office who says you own Knight Studios.”
“I what?!”
“Your dad put it in a trust of some sort. If you don’t get in there before noon, it transfers to Patricia.”
That would so be Daddy. He’d want her to live out her twenties—to enjoy them before taking the reins. Tears pooled in her eyes, blurring her vision. “Daddy.” Her hand went to her mouth.
And Beau! He’d chased after her, risked his life—the fool—and left Drusilla behind.
“Come on—if you don’t get inside, you’ll lose it all.”
There was no way she was going to let that happen. Studio now—making up later. She grabbed his hand, and he yelped.
“Sorry!” She grabbed his bicep instead. He was always fishing for compliments, so she baited her hook. “Have I ever told you how strong you are?”
“You don’t mean that.” He grinned as they raced back towards the building.
She returned his smile. “Mirror, mirror …”
His laughter died out as they tugged on the front doors. Locked. Drusilla stood on the other side, a wicked glint in her eye. “You may have won Beau, but you won’t get Knight.”
Beau checked his phone. Eleven-forty.
“I have you?” she asked Beau. She’d hoped since he chased after her said that he was hers, but even a girl had to go fishing once in a while. They both tugged on the doors.
“Didn’t you get my cake?” he asked.
“Yeah, but I also saw pictures of y’all at the club.” She watched his muscles bulge as he fought with the lock. She’d consider locking him out of every place they ever went just so she could have the view.
“They said it was a family outing. I thought you’d be there, and then Patricia gave me this sob story about Drusilla being on the rebound and—”
She waved her hands. “Say no more.” Patricia was a gold-medal manipulator.
He stopped pulling on the door and placed his hands on his hips. “You were jealous.”
She bit her lip.
“You were.” He grabbed her up in his arms and planted a kiss right on her unsuspecting lips. Cindy melted into him, her feet dangling above the ground.
Drusilla banged on the glass in frustration.
Cindy and Beau grinned with their foreheads together.
Beau brushed his fingers down her cheek. “I’m sorry you’re going to lose Knight Studios. I know how much it means to you.”
Cindy winked. “I’m not going to lose the company.” She tipped her head towards the door. “Can you keep dragon lady busy?”
