Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

“I can’t remember what it feels like not being in love with you, Calla.”

It’s easy to trust a person unequivocally when you don’t have to worry about what they’re not telling you.

“How could you name her without—” “Wren. I named it Wren.” Jonah reaches up to smooth a hand over the fuselage. “It’s a he.”

Jonah’s blue eyes are sad. It reminds me, yet again, that I am not the only one who lost—and still feels the loss—of my father.

“I don’t doubt that.” I study the two birds. They’ve been shaped to perfection. “The raven and his goose wife.” I smile softly as I hold it up for us to admire. Jonah shakes his head. “That woman loves her stories.” “She got this one wrong.” I am not Jonah’s goose wife. Or perhaps I am, but I’m a goose wife who survived to see the spring thaw, and who is determined to thrive alongside her raven.

“That’s … something to think about.” I school my expression—and my horror at the idea of having my wedding reception in the Trapper’s Crossing community center.

It’s left me with far too much time to dwell on my thoughts and insecurities, to dissect fond memories—the

It’s strange how your relationship can feel impenetrable one day and vulnerable the next—with a misunderstanding, a few words, and a mountain of repressed worries that finally swell to the surface.

“No, Calla, I think you came here wanting to try, but you’re so hung up on not being your mother that you can’t seem to figure out a way to be yourself.”

“And then I met you, and you were like a wrecking ball comin’ into my life, Calla.” He laughs. “A fucking beautiful, hot-pink wrecking ball. And everything changed for me. All these things I didn’t want before, suddenly all I could think about was havin’ them all with you.” His eyes land on my mouth. “And I haven’t stopped thinking about them since.”