“Serious how?” Selena questioned. “Did feelings get involved.”
No. Feelings didn’tgetinvolved; they’d alwaysbeeninvolved.
“Yes. And I tried my best to fight them, deny them, and ignore them, but I couldn’t.”
“And did you tell him how you felt?” Selena asked.
“No, but he told me how he felt.”
“How did he feel?” Selena followed up.
“He said he loved me.”
“And what did you say?”
“Nothing. I haven’t been answering his calls or texts since he told me how he felt on a voicemail, and I haven’t called him back. I was scared because I thought his feelings weren’t real. I thought they would change because of the circumstances we’d met under, but I was wrong. It is real, and I love him. I’ve always loved him.” Skye’s voice cracked. “I just hope it’s not too late.”
While Skye was saying the words I’d been waiting to hear from her, the screen flashed, indicating it was time for an ad break. It was my responsibility to read the outro, but I ignored the screen.
Selena tossed a pen at me, but I ignored it. There was no way I was going to interrupt Skye now.
Before Skye stopped speaking, Selena cut in, “Okay, Skye, hold that thought. We just need to take a quick break to hear from our sponsors, and we’ll be right back.”
The second the ads started running, which meant our mics were off and the call was on hold, Selena pulled off her headphones. “What is wrong with you? What is going on?”
I didn’t have time to answer her. I took off my headphones and pushed the mic away from me as I stood up.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to go see someone.”
“Now?!”
“Yes.”
I raced out of the studio and hit the elevator button. Before it arrived, Ariel rushed up beside me. “Where are you going?!” she exclaimed.
“He’s going to see Skye,” Jada replied as she calmly joined us.
“Skye? The caller?” Ariel clarified.
“Yes,” Jada confirmed.
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside as Ariel pointed an accusatory finger at me. “Is it you? Is she talking aboutyou?!”
I heard Jada responding as the doors closed.
As I rode down to the garage, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to beat out of my chest. I reached into the front pocket of my jeans and pulled out the little velvet pouch I’d grabbed off my nightstand this morning. I had no idea I’d need it today; I’d just wanted to have it with me. I’m so glad I had because now I wouldn’t have to stop by my house to get it.
Last night, when I left Skye’s apartment, I called Jackson, my jeweler. He met me at his shop, and I picked out an eight-carat round solitaire diamond set in a platinum band. As soon as I saw it, I knew it was Skye. Simple, elegant, and beautiful. When I bought it, I didn’t have any plans for the proposal and I still didn’t. I just knew that I wanted Skye to be my wife and that meant I needed a ring.
The elevator doors opened, and Kurt was waiting with the SUV pulled up and ready to go.
“How did you know—”
“Jada texted me,” he explained.
“Right.”
