Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

“Those?” I nod toward the wall of animal trophies. Jonah glares at me the same way he did when I tossed an old, tattered book into the burn box. “We’re not burning those.” “Fine. Then, just me,” I grumble, reaching back to rub the painful knots in my neck, wincing with the ache. “End my suffering.” I’m desperate to have an empty, clean house to start with. Jonah saunters over and drops his rough hands on my shoulders to knead them with skilled fingers. I let out a deep groan of appreciation. “I take it that helps?” He dips his head to press a kiss against my jawline. Marie averts her gaze, staring intently at a cheap, framed poster print of Denali National Park that I haven’t yet taken down. Is it to give us privacy? Or is it to avoid the inevitable sting that comes with watching someone you care about being intimate with someone else? Jonah may be oblivious, but I’m not. I’m also not naive. You can’t just turn off feelings for someone because they love someone else, as much as most people would like to. What if our roles were reversed? What if Jonah and I were “just friends” and I had to stand idly by and watch him fall in love with another woman? A sharp prick of sympathy stabs my chest at that thought. “To be continued later,” I whisper, giving him a knowing look as I slip my hands over his, squeezing them until they stall. Jonah steals one last kiss from my neck before stepping away. “You got big plans for today, Marie?”