Everything else fell away as Foster savored the sensation of Ezren in his arms. His cheek against her hair, he breathed in the fresh scent of lemon and sage. Taller in her heeled boots, she leaned into his chest, her warm breath tickling his neck. He wished he could pull her gloves off and feel her smooth palms against his. Still, with his hand on the curve of her waist, his worries dissolved with the heady reassurance that he’d made the right choice.
