Chapter Fifty-One

Corbin

Morning hits too early, because my phone keeps buzzing like it's possessed, and my brain's still on that mountain, watching Savannah's face when she saw the ring. I roll over and see her curled on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek, the other resting on her belly like a habit. The ring flashes faintly in the light leaking through the curtains, and my chest tightens with something fie