Now that the funeral was over and he faced Kiera's rejection once more, Heath stopped restraining the media reports—no longer shielding her from their relentless pursuit. That's how today's spectacle came to be.
"I couldn't stop worrying about you."
His words sent an unfamiliar flutter through Kiera's chest, a sensation she hadn't experienced in years.
"Stop saying things that could be misinterpreted." She steadied her breathing before continuing, "I know your statements to the press were just temporary measures. You must have some contingency plan, don't you?"
Heath regarded her with deliberate nonchalance. "The next step is to begin planning our wedding."
"What?"
Her eyes widened like saucers. She'd assumed his media statements were merely to silence reporters—not an actual declara
