40Then, pure emotion carried me into his arms. I smelled the sea on his skin, the bitter fragrance of French tobacco, the musk of his sweat. The familiar scents that I’d struggled so hard to forget. Stefan had allowed his work to draw him away from me and I’d doubted his love. But Andy had shown me the downside in becoming a man’s only passion.
Stefan’s cheek was rough against mine. “Moj skarbie,” he murmured. In Polish, my treasure.
I was home, my heart knew it.
Stefan said softly, “Wlodek needed my assistance, so I came. Holger assured me that you were doing perfectly well without me.”
“Not perfectly.” My reply was muffled because my face was buried in his neck.
His chuckle vibrated my chest. “Always, we run that risk when we allow Holger to take advantage of us.”
“You warned me. B
