Page 460 of Scars of Fate

For one breathless second, I thought he would kneel.

Instead, he closed my fingers around it.

“I’m not asking you to marry me today.”

“Why not?”

“Because the first time, I asked after three months.”

“You were impatient.”

“I knew.”

“So did I.”

“This time, I want to build something before I ask you to trust it.”

Tears filled my eyes.

“That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.”

“I had a speech.”

“Was it longer?”

“Much.”

“Then I’m glad you skipped it.”

He touched my face.

“Come home with me, Wynn.”

I looked at the ring in my palm.

Then at the man who had carried it for six years.

“Yes.”

His mouth covered mine.

The kiss held no desperate goodbye.

No countdown.

No fear that one of us might not return.

Only a beginning.

This time, we would build it together.

EPILOGUE

LUCAS

Six Months Later

Wynn didn’t want a large wedding.