“Jesus,” I say, rubbing my hands over my face. “Would you just cut to the chase and tell me what Blake said?”

“You might as well be honest with her,” Kallie says. “Besides, Beau is going to get the report tomorrow anyway.”

“Fine,” he says. “But before I say it, I don’t want you to freak out.”

“Jacob,” I say his name with my teeth clenched.

“Blake says that it was arson,” Jacob says, and my legs give out.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Beau

I hear the words, and I see her going down, but I’m able to grab her before she hits the floor. “Oh my God,” Kallie says, rushing around the counter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Savannah says in a whisper. “I just …”

“She’s in shock,” Jacob says and then looks at me. “Bring her to the couch.” I carry her over to the couch. Setting her down, I sit next to her.

“Here is some water,” Kallie says, handing me a water bottle for her. She tries to take it, but her hands shake. “I’m going to keep Ethan busy so you guys can talk.” She turns and walks away to the family room.

“Tell me everything,” Savannah says, and I move to sit on the edge of the seat, waiting to hear what he has to say. Today started as the second best day of my life. Well, maybe the third since the best day of my life was when we got married, followed by the day she told me she loved me. Going to the diner was a stupid move, but I didn’t even think. Her guard went up as soon as we stepped into the diner, and everyone looked at her, some with disgust. It made my stomach burn, but I wasn’t about to show them that their opinion matters, so I ignored it and sat down. Then Liam happened, and if she hadn’t put her hand on my chest, I would have throttled him from across the table.

“The fire started in your office,” he says, and I see the tears in her eyes. I lean back next to her and take her in my arms, kissing her head. “There was gasoline all over the bar.” She closes her eyes. “Blake thinks that someone spread the gasoline and let it sit before lighting it. We found ten gas canisters in your office.”

“Who would do this?” she asks. “Did you find any evidence?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “I don’t think we will either.”

“Fuck,” Savannah says. “My insurance is going to be all over this. Already they didn’t want to cover the vandalism. I don’t even know if I have the money to rebuild the way I want.”