“Are you asking me to marry you, Samantha? Trying to tie me down?” Her cheeks warmed, and she glanced up at him for a second before returning her eyes to his qal. “I…guess I am. That is…if you…” She grimaced. This wasn’t turning out at all how she’d hoped. “I thought with us being mates—” “Samantha Dawn Wilder,” he said, calling her attention back to his face, “would you do me the indescribable honor of becoming my wife?”
