Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

I find my way to the small, grime-covered window in time to see Jonah grab Marie’s hand, stalling her from climbing into her truck. My anger flares over the fact that he seems to be consoling her after her harsh words—does she deserve comforting after what she said about me? And do I have a right to say anything, given I was listening in on a private conversation? They exchange words I can’t hear. With a quick parting hug, she ducks into her truck and peels away, leaving Jonah standing by himself, rubbing his forehead as if the day has already been too much for him. Abruptly, he turns and walks along the driveway toward the house. He’s on his way home to see me. Shit. There’s no real way around this, short of sprinting from tree to tree to try to get home in time, and lying that I was out here—a decidedly immature and high-risk charade I don’t want to take part in. Taking a deep breath, I step into the doorway and holler, “I’m in here.” Jonah’s head whips around, his face momentarily marred with surprise. Then with realization. His brow is furrowed as he doubles back and approaches as he no doubt replays his conversation with Marie, wondering what I caught of the exchange. “Sorry, I came down to see you and then you were talking to Marie and …” And what? Do I tell him that I know about the ring?