Dana squeezed Beau's hands. "Good heavens, I'm sorry. Your family must have been terrified."

He nodded and swallowed hard. "Especially since..." He choked around the words, then managed to get them out. "Since we lost my daughter, Giselle, that way, twenty-two years ago."

"Oh, Beau." She raised up on her knees to wrap her arms about his shoulders. "I'm so, so sorry."

"My wife, she was never able to cope. It was my fault, she said, for not being home that ...