Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

He stalls my descent with a searing kiss, leaving my feet to dangle midair for several long moments before touching down on the dirt airstrip. “You’re acting weird,” I note. I can’t place a finger on what exactly it is that’s odd, but whatever it is, he’s been doing it since waking me. His brow furrows. “Because I kissed you?” “Yeah. Or, I don’t know. You seem … happier than normal? What gives?” “Can’t I be in a good mood?” He pulls out our small orange cooler from the seat. I frown. “Are we staying over?” “Nah. It’s just a light lunch.” He smirks. “Figured you wouldn’t want jerky again.” My eyebrows arch. “You packed a lunch? Because I was fairly certain you didn’t know how.” I’ve taken to making sandwiches for him that he can grab on his way in and out for work. It’s easier than dealing with his grumpy mood when he’s hungry and standing in front of the fridge, glaring at my salads and overnight oatmeal, complaining that there’s never anything to eat.