Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

It’s been a week since our trip to the safety cabin and the pregnancy scare and, much to my relief, things between us feel right again. More than right, actually. We’ve been all over each other—the touches frequent, the kisses lingering, the showers long enough to empty the water heater. It’s as if we’re both wordlessly trying to reassure each other and ourselves that all is okay. Or maybe that sharp slap of reality—two, if I count the engine-failure scare—has brought us even closer. Either way, we feel perfect again. Though, there’s been no hint of an impending proposal or mention of marriage. When I went to sneak another peek at the ring, it was no longer in his jacket. I’ve had to bite my tongue more than once before I let on that I’ve seen it. I hadn’t given serious thought to marriage before that day, and now I catch myself peering down at my naked left finger and wishing things had played out differently. But I keep telling myself that he’ll ask when the time is right. Jonah slides a warm hand over my thigh and leans in closer, his mouth finding the crook of my neck. “You wanna skip this and go test out that overpriced hot tub? It should be warm.”