Chapter Eleven
Hazel had been proposed to before, but never so unexpectedly. She gaped at Tam for a moment, her mouth open in shock. “You want to marry me?” Her voice rose on the last word.
“Yes.”
Her heart seemed to have climbed up her throat, where it sat beating rapidly. Hazel swallowed and managed to say, “Why?”
“Why?” Tam half-laughed, and shook his head. “Hazel, you’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met. You’re . . . You’re faithful and true-hearted and courageous. You’re not meek and timid, and you’re definitely not boring. You’re strong-minded. You take risks. You’ve got spirit. You’re stubborn and fierce and brave and determined and . . . and being with you makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.”
Hazel stared at him, stunned. No suitor had ever said anything so astonishing
