Reckless (Chestnut Springs, #4)

by Elsie Silver

And when I look back at where Theo was standing—he’s now down on one knee. Holding a little blue velvet box with a stunning teardrop solitaire ring glinting off the rosy sky. And I freeze. Theo chuckles. “I know this might feel soon, but hear me out.” I nod woodenly. It doesn’t feel soon. It feels like a dream. “I was in this exact spot when you gave me the best and hottest verbal lashing of my life. You were all wild eyes and fighting words. I thought I’d never seen a more heart-stopping fiery woman in my life. You were . . . well . . . you were mean. But I appreciated your spunk. That was the night I knew I wanted you.” Fucking tears fill my eyes again. “That was the night I told my friend I thought I was in love with you. And I had no idea how right I was.” He shyly lowers his gaze for a moment. “I was being an obnoxious little shit disturber. I was egging you on because I liked the way you scratched back. I liked you.” A tearful giggle ripples out of me. Only Theo Silva could have liked me that night.