Page 101 of Winter's Scorching Kisses

She ripped her gaze off the family jewels and saw him fidgeting nervously with his hands. This massive warrior who could kill most anyone in a fight looked like he wanted to bolt from the room. A smile played across her lips.

“This was sweet.”

He shrugged. “Your sister thought this was the only reason you were going back to the manor.”

Adorra glanced down at the jewels. She would hate to see the manor go to someone else, but the jewels held the most sentimentality. Her sister was here and refusing to leave, and then there was… Mathar.

She glanced back up at him. “Do you want me to stay?”

His face heated with color and he coughed. “I was hoping these,” he waved a hand at the jewels, “would convince you to stay, yes.”

“But do you want me to stay?” She was going to yank the answer out of him if she had to. “Do you want to share the peacefulness of the woods with me?”

Mathar rushed towards her, startling the breath from her lungs. He grabbed a hold of her hands as he knelt beside her seat. “I would like to finally dream that you and I can start a new future, a new family together. We both have suffered losses,” he paused as he appeared to get choked up, “I’m hoping together we can start something that will have a happier ending.”

Adorra just stared at him in shock. She was ready to scream yes at him. Her eyes skimmed over his silver hair and those dark eyes of his. Leaning forward, she captured his face with her hands and whispered, “Yes. I’m ready for a new start, and where better to start than a new land?”