Beck POV
I went to her house every night that week. I never went up to her.
I stayed in the trees. That was the deal I had made with myself after Cade said his piece. I could look. I could make sure she got home and the lights came on. I couldn't lie on her floor and collect one more thing she would never have told a man.
She made it hard. She would catch my eyes at the tree line and come right out onto the step.
"Hey, big guy. I see you. Come here."
I would back up into the dark and stay there until she gave up and went inside. On Wednesday she left a plate of chicken on the step. On Thursday she stood out there for ten minutes in the cold with her arms wrapped around herself.
It was the hardest thing I had ever done on four legs.
By Saturday I was short on sleep and shorter on pat
