“The only person I’m marrying is you.” My stomach tumbles over itself. I shake my head. “You can’t say that.” “Why? Because it’s not true? Because you don’t want it? I’ve known I was going to marry you since I was seven.” “You didn’t even know me.” “My heart did. It recognized you. It could pluck you out of a sea of people. It could anchor around you and pull you to me time and time again. You’re mine, Dakota Wilder. You always have been. I’m going to keep proving it to you.”
