She could see how calm he was as he tilted his chair toward her and knelt before her. At that moment, her heart felt like it was beating faster and louder.
Instead of speaking immediately, he gently squeezed her hand. His warmth did nothing to warm her cold fingers because she was so tense and anxious that her hands remained cold.
"Sa—Sawyer..." Abigail whispered, holding back the mix of emotions raging inside her. She could feel her eyes grow warm and wet, but she didn't try to tear her gaze away from him.
She struggled to find her words, unable to utter anything, and could only wait for him to say something. As she anticipated his response, each second felt like an hour.
A thrill coursed through her; this wasn't the first time someone had tried to propose to her, but his proposal was sweeter and touched her heart more deeply than Ryland ever had.
