Chapter 49

• Wolfe’s exhale was ragged, almost a laugh, almost a sob. He crossed the space between us in two long strides, dropping to his knees so suddenly I nearly toppled out of my chair. His hands found mine, warm and trembling, and he pressed his forehead to my knuckles, as if grounding himself to this moment.
• He slipped the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly, cool and solid—a promise made tangible. When he looked up, his eyes were shining.
• “I love you,” he whispered, the words reverent, as if they were a secret he’d been waiting his whole life to share.