Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

I gasp at the diamond ring that stares back at me, and the pieces fall into place. Jonah was wearing this jacket yesterday. The surprise trip to the cabin … the lunch … the bottle of champagne … him, acting so strange … He was going to propose. Before his words triggered the pregnancy scare, he was talking about spending the rest of his life with me. I remember—vaguely—one hand leaving my face, reaching toward his pocket. He was literally in the process of asking me to marry him when I panicked about being late. “Seriously?” Wild flutters stir in my stomach. With no warning? No marriage conversations beforehand? I mean, we’ve only been living together for five months! We’ve known each other less than a year, and yet, here is this ring—this stunning diamond ring designed to look like a snowflake, with countless diamonds of various sizes—and he was going to propose to me yesterday. And I would have said yes, I realize with absolute certainty. I would have been shocked speechless when he asked, but I would have said yes, as I said yes to Alaska and yes to this house, because being with Jonah is not optional. Because, despite knowing him for less than a year, I can’t imagine my life without him in it anymore. I never want to be without him again. I would have said yes. I would be wearing this ring. We would be engaged. Instead, I freaked out about the possibility of being pregnant and probably not in a way that screamed, “We should get married!”