Chapter 70

Makenna's POV. The morning sun kissed the Parisian streets, casting a golden glow that danced off the cobblestones. I sat in the back of the sleek, black car, my fingers lightly tracing the outline of the diamond ring now adorning my left hand. The previous night's events replayed in my mind like a favorite movie, each scene more vivid than the last. Wolfe's proposal at Le Train Bleu had been perfect, surreal even. The look in his eyes, the feel of his hand trembling slightly as he held mine, and the overwhelming joy that had surged through me when I said yes—it was a memory I would cherish forever. And then, after the congratulations and toasts from Ash and Stephan, there had been the drive back to the hotel. My cheeks warmed at the memory, a smile tugging at my lips. Once we were back in our suite, the night had taken a decidedly more...intense turn. Wolfe had barely gotten the door closed before his hands were on me, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both hungry and tend