Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

“Don’t worry. You’re not gonna need any clothes for a few days, at least.”

“I love you,” I blurt before I can give it too much thought.

“I was wonderin’ how long it’d take you to get up the nerve to say it. Especially after you chickened out at the airport.” He brushes an errant strand of hair off my face. “Thought I might have to wait forever.” My mouth hangs open for a moment. “You knew?” “You Fletchers never have been good at speakin’ your mind.” A soft, crooked smile curls his lips. “Of course, I knew.”

“I can’t remember what it feels like not being in love with you, Calla.” My pulse pounds in my veins.

“Your right arm’s broken.” “No shit.” “What about your left one?” Roy answers by raising his middle finger on his left arm and waggling it at her.

“Marry me.” My rambling words die on a croak. “What?” He collects my hands in his and pulls me into him. His earnest eyes roam my features. “Marry me, Calla.”

“They found his plane in a valley north of Palmer,” he confirms somberly. “He’s alive.”