Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

And now here I am, standing in Pearson International at 5:17 a.m., gripping my phone that holds three boarding passes for three flights that will close the thirty-four-hundred-mile distance between me and Jonah’s arms, because it’s the only way I’ll ever know where this can lead. What would you think about this turn of events, Dad? It’s been over three months since Wren Fletcher passed away, and I still think of him daily. My chest still aches with each fond memory. My eyes still water when I flip through countless pictures from my time in Alaska this summer. My throat still clogs when I speak his name. To think he was virtually a stranger in July—a man estranged from me since I was fourteen and nothing more than a distant voice over the telephone before that—and yet he has inadvertently shaped a future in Alaska for me. Jonah was like a son to him. He’d be thrilled about this, I’m sure of it.