Kyle was nervous. He hadn't seen Evelyn for two whole weeks since Zara and Lachlan's pompous wedding in the capital, where he had proposed to the woman of his dreams for the second time, and she laughed into his face. Again. He closed his eyes, remembering the pain that pierced his chest at her second rejection.
Hopefully, the third time was a charm.
He knew she was the only one for him, but Evelyn refused to believe that for some reason.
She was older, and his boyish nature didn't help him convince her that he was the man for her. Or maybe there was something else to it all.
He was sure that she did feel the same. They had a connection, not every mated couple had. They clicked together perfectly despite being polar opposites.
Her eyes told him she reciprocated his feelings each time
