Melody bit her lip but nodded, stopping when she drew level with Cara. “Don’t break his heart. He’s one of a kind.”
Cara met the model’s stare. “I know.”
With one last look over her shoulder, Melody left, closing the door behind her.
“Cara,” Wes started. “I didn’t know she was coming. I told her—”
“I heard.”
Wes was wary. Had she heard Melody saying they belonged together?
“She’s having a classic Melody freak out. I told her—”
“Did you mean it?”
He couldn’t interpret the look on her face as she walked further into the room. “That I never loved her? That I love you?”
“No, that you want to marry me.”
His eyes searched hers. “With every molecule of my body.”
“Then you should probably ask me.”
Wes’s eyes widened. “I didn’t think you were ready. You said…”
“Ask me, Wes.”
The End
