Chapter One Hundred-Eighty-Eight

Beckett watched Bea sleep for maybe ten minutes before his phone buzzed again. A text from Weston: News crews are already circling. Story's going to break within the hour. You should warn the Ambassador before he sees it on TV.

Weston had done his research on who Bea was, and he wasn't wrong. Fuck. He'd been so focused on dealing with his own family disaster that he hadn't thought about Bea's fath