He pulled her closer, taking a deep breath, filling his lungs with her scent as she dared to do the same. His usual mulled sweetness was gone. Now he was all sweat and salt and sun. Her soul calmed at his touch, even as a fire raced in her blood. Safe alone. Always alone, the voice inside cautioned. It was a habit formed over a lifetime, and so difficult to break. No, Burke was different. He came for her, seeking her out, missing her, wanting her. I’m not alone when I’m with him.
