She rolled her eyes. “I’m well aware of that, but thanks for the reminder.”
Jonas propped his hand against the doorjamb. “Did you love him?”
“I thought so at the time.”
“Are you pining away for him, Deanna?”
She laughed.
“Pining?”
At the sound of her quiet laughter, a dam inside Jonas burst and warmth flooded his system. “You’re beautiful when you do that,” he whispered as he lifted his hand and cupped her cheek in his palm.
“What?”
“Laugh. I love to hear you laugh.”
“Jonas, don’t.” She shook her head and covered his hand with her own, but she didn’t remove it. To his way of thinking, it was another step in the right direction.
Jonas dipped his head, slowly, afraid if he moved too fast she’d bolt through the open door. “Are you sure, Deanna?”
Her soft lips parted and Jonas swept in.