Page 30 of Wait For Me
I suck in a breath. “Tristan!”
“Cora,” he smiles.
“But wait,” I say, before he can say anything.
He blinks, the ring he’s holding out dropping a little.
“Wait?”
I reach into my pocket, nerves dancing in my stomach. I fish out the gold band I bought when we were in the Yukon a few months ago.
Tristan gapes when he sees it. Then he stands up, laughing.
“Listen,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “You were out taking photos of polar bears; I needed to distract myself somehow. There was a jeweler down the street from the hotel in Whitehorse, and they made wedding bands and I figured, that’s what an engagement ring would look like for a guy, right?”
Tristan grins. “I should have known you’d beat me to it.”
“Is it too much?” I ask.
“Never,” he says. “You’re never too much for me, baby.”
“Is that a yes?” I’m trying hard not to cry. I need to see what I’m doing.
Tristan nods, his eyes meeting mine, sending warmth careening through me. “Yes, Cora.”
“Then I’m a yes too,” I say. “Thank you for waiting for me.”
Tristan picks me up then, swinging me around, definitely risking a health and safety violation. “Are you kidding?” he whispers in my ear. “You waited for me.” Then my happiest ever after kisses me under the stars.
