LOGINIan took a deep breath, then asked with deliberate solemnity, "Zoe Jameson, will you marry me?"Zoe looked down at him.The morning sunlight outlined his figure in gold, and the reverence with which he knelt before her made him look almost like a man offering a prayer.She thought of the star-filled sky over the Aravellan savanna, of Ian placing himself between her and a charging lioness, and of all the awkward but heartfelt efforts he'd made to change.Tears finally slipped down her cheeks, but this time, they came with a radiant smile, one filled with happiness and the relief of finally letting go of the past.She held out her hand to him."Yes," she whispered, her voice thick with tears but utterly certain.Ian was beside himself with joy. In his excitement, he fumbled with the ring before finally slipping it onto her finger. It fit perfectly.Then he rose and pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly that it seemed he wanted to make her a part of himself.They embraced amid
Zoe said nothing. Instead, she slowly reached out of her own accord and gently took Ian's uninjured hand in hers. Her fingertips were cool, but there was a quiet certainty in her touch.Ian went rigid. He turned to her in disbelief, and then an almost overwhelming surge of joy swept through him.He closed his hand around hers, gripping it so tightly that he nearly crushed her fingers before carefully checking his strength, as though he were holding something infinitely precious and fragile.Tears slipped without warning from the eyes of the man who had once been as cold and unyielding as ice. They fell onto their joined hands, warm against their skin.By the time their flight home from Aravelle landed, reporters who had gotten wind of their return had already packed the airport exit.Camera flashes erupted from every direction, and the questions came thick and fast, each more pointed than the last."Mr. Grant! Ms. Jameson! Were you two traveling together? Does this mean you're back tog
Yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. Keeping his uninjured arm wrapped tightly around Zoe, he rested his chin on top of her head and continued murmuring reassurances, his voice trembling but unwavering.Pressed against his chest, Zoe could feel the frantic pounding of his heart and the faint tremors running through his body from the pain. The smell of blood mingled with his familiar scent, and as the immediate danger passed, the full horror of what had nearly happened came crashing down on her.She lifted her head. At the sight of Ian's bloodless face and the way he clenched his jaw against the pain, tears suddenly spilled from her eyes.This time, she wasn't crying out of gratitude or sympathy. What she felt was far more difficult to describe, a tangled rush of fear and heartache, mixed with a strange, profound sense of peace, as though something inside her had finally settled.That evening, after his wounds had been treated at the reserve's modest medical clinic, Ian developed a slig
Every now and then, Zoe would look up from her viewfinder and catch sight of Ian, a man who'd once been so impeccably dressed and refined that he seemed almost untouched by the ordinary world, now standing with his sleeves rolled up and a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead as he carefully checked her equipment for safety.Somewhere deep inside her, another small piece of the ice around her heart seemed to melt.They still weren't particularly talkative with each other, but surrounded by the vast beauty of the wilderness, the tension that had once made every interaction feel like a confrontation gradually began to ease.Toward the end of the assignment, the team spent several days tracking a pride of lions through the Marava Wildlife Reserve.One evening, as the setting sun bathed the grasslands in magnificent shades of gold and crimson, Zoe spotted a lioness resting lazily on a rocky outcrop with several cubs. The little ones were tumbling and playing around their mother, creating a s
After leaving the hospital, Ian seemed like a completely different man.He still got jealous when Zoe spent a little too long discussing camera angles and composition with a male photographer, but instead of retreating behind his usual icy silence, he'd pull her into his arms and complain with a mixture of possessiveness and wounded affection."Zoe, I don't like it when you spend so much time looking at other men."She'd laugh and poke his cheek. "Ian Grant, are you seriously being this childish?"He'd also learned to set aside his pride and accompany her on adventures he'd once considered ridiculous. He went camping with her in the Salaran Desert, listening to her terrible ghost stories beneath a sky full of stars and obligingly pretending to be frightened. In Iskaria, they danced beneath the northern lights like a pair of fools. His movements were hopelessly stiff, but he laughed with the uninhibited delight of a child.More importantly, Ian had learned to express his feelings. Ever
Brooke's teasing words suddenly echoed in Zoe's mind."If he ever regrets losing you, I doubt even threatening to kill himself would bring you back."And now, here was Ian, going to the most extreme, almost devastating lengths imaginable in his desperate attempt to win her back.The dam holding back Zoe's emotions finally broke, and tears poured down her face.She rushed forward and threw her arms around him for the first time since their divorce, pounding her fists against his battered chest as she sobbed uncontrollably."Ian Grant! You crazy, stupid idiot! Who told you to go to a place like that?! Do you have a death wish?!"Ian felt her trembling against him, her warm tears soaking into his clothes, and somehow, he smiled. It was the pure, delighted smile of a child who'd just been given his favorite candy.He wrapped his arms tightly around her, his voice weak but overflowing with joy."Zoe... don't cry. I did it. See? I can go crazy for you... I can even die for you... Just please







