“Well, I guess there might be some emotional scars from telling me the man I love was dead.” The words left my mouth before I could haul them back. It wasn’t that I regretted saying it. I just hadn’t really thought about it. And now it was out there, and I couldn’t take it back, and if he didn’t… My gaze dipped to my feet, but Lach reached for my chin and lifted my face to his. His smile spread, the shadows fading from his eyes. “Love?” “Don’t let it go to your head. Your ego can’t—” He didn’t wait for permission this time. His lips captured mine, and there was nothing fragile about this kiss.
