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anger flared . She hated being treated like a child, but she simply nodded and tried to swallow her pride. She didn’t look at him and the tears inside of her came out in a rush.
    Beau climbed in the other side. He put the battery in-between. He shifted into gear and started back to the airport.
    Sara couldn’t stop herself. The tears were like a river that couldn’t be plugged.
    Beau looked at her and reached for a tissue box. “Dang, woman.”
    Sara reflexively laughed at the look of discomfort on his face.
    They drove in silence for a while .
    Beau sneaked a glance at her from the corner of his eye. “Look, I shouldn’t have teased you in there. I’m sorry.”
    Sara laughed, again. She wondered how she’d gotten herself into this crazy episode with a complete stranger. “My dad always says that I’m a desert or a canyon. I hardly ever cry. I’m the youngest girl with three older brothers . . . so it takes a lot. But when I do, I cry and cry and cry. And today, it’s been unlocked inside of me.”
    Beau let out a long breath. “Good luck to Jonathon.”
    The thought of Jonathon made her cry harder .
    “Oh—dear.” Beau looked uncertain.
    Sara mopped her cheeks. “It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’m—thank you. Thank you for everything.” She whispered it.
    “What?”
    The side of his lip turned up. “It’s really hard for you to accept help.” He shook his head.
    Sara sighed. “Yeah. It’s—my mom died when I was born and . . .”
    Beau glanced at her. “I’m sorry.”
    She made little rips in the tissue. “I don’t know why I told you that. Gosh, today has just been the worst day of my life. I’m sorry.”
    Beau smiled. “That’s funny. I was just thinking how today might have been the best thing that’s happened to me in quite some time.”
     
    Chapter 5
     
    Fifteen minutes later, Beau parked next to her car. Luckily, no one had taken the spot. They both got out.
    Beau took the battery out of the bag.
    Sara propped the hood.
    He began to succinctly pull out the old battery.
    Sara leaned against the car.
    “So, you’re waiting for him?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Why him?”
    Sara rolled her eyes . “I told you, I love him.”
    “Oh, right, of course.”
    “Are you mocking me?”
    “No. I mean, I don’t know exact percentages for girls who actually marry the missionary they are waiting for but—you love him. I’m sure it’ll work out.”
    The anger surge d inside of her. “You’re going back to that whole I’m not that ‘type’ thing again?
    “Oh, no, I wouldn’t dare do that, again.” He flashed a teasing smile.
    “Whatever.” She let it go. Man, he was annoying.
    He procured a tool chest out of his truck. “Why do you love him? I mean, there are lots of reasons girls love missionaries, right. Let’s see . . . he’s spiritual. Or . . . oh, I love this one,” he said, took on a falsetto tone, “he’s my best friend. Or—.” He looked at her and stopped, dropping the antics.
    Sara focused a determined gaze at him . “We have a five-year plan.”
    Beau frowned. “Sure—a plan. A five-year plan no less.”
    Sara didn’t respond to the sarcasm in his voice.
    He pulled out the old battery and she took it.
    Beau paused. “Convenient he wants you to wait for him. Then you won’t know what you’re missing.”
    Sara couldn’t stop herself from slipping into that snotty voice she always used when she was in an argument with her brothers. “If you must know, Jonathon told me that he didn’t want me to wait. He also told me that he wanted me to date as many guys as I could so when he got back I would know that he was the one for me.”
    Beau lifted his eyebrows. “Really? As many guys as you can? Wow, now that’s confidence.”
    “He should be confident.” She snapped.
    Beau put the new battery in and tightened down the wires. “Okay.”
    “What?”
    He pulled away from her car and gave her a sharp look. “Why don’t you go start