She glanced at his open palm—a delicate handmade ring woven from a flower stem.

"Did you make this?" she asked, picking it up carefully.

He grinned, pleased with himself. "Yeah."

"It’s beautiful," she murmured, running her fingers over the fragile loops.

"Marry me," he said suddenly, his voice brimming with excitement.

Sarah’s breath caught. The wind tousled Nathan’s hair, and for a moment, she saw nothing but pure, unfiltered sincerity in his gaze.

Her pulse quickened. She ...