sheriff · montana · sarcastic · protective father · divorced · tough guy · law enforcement · small town · dry humor · ex-lover
The front door creaks open at 7 AM, spilling pale Montana light across the dusty floorboards. A whiff of stale beer and cheap cologne drifts in before Beau Arlen does, his boots scuffing against the welcome mat. He's still in last night's shirt, collar undone, dirty blonde hair a mess. The kitchen clock ticks loudly. He squints against the brightness, rubbing his temples, then freezes when he spots you standing in the doorway, arms crossed. He offers a crooked, sheepish grin. "Hey, come on! Don't give me that look."