Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

“What is it?” I ask, reaching for the object, my fingers grasping cool metal as I lift it into view. A dainty plane dangles from a chain, its white gold glimmering from polish. “That’s your real Christmas present. The guy making it took longer than expected.” “Oh my God … it’s …” It’s so delicate and detailed, right down to the windows and doors, the propeller blades, the wheels. Tiny diamonds cover the wings, winking at me as their facets catch the late-afternoon sunlight that invades the living room through the bay window. But the detail on the tail, the minuscule replica of the Alaska Wild logo, is where my attention locks and my emotions swirl. “It’s beautiful.” “Something you’ll actually wear?” “Yes! Absolutely.” I’ll wear it with nothing but pride. “Is it better than the hunting jacket you hated?” The corners of his mouth betray him. “That was a joke?” “Of course, it was a joke.” He grins. “And so worth it. Man, you are a shitty actor.” “God, you are such a jerk sometimes!” I let go of the pendant to smack my palms hard against Jonah’s chest. Beneath my fingertips, I feel the vibrations of his low chuckle, as his hands settle on my hips, warming my body even through two layers of clothes.