Strong Enough to Love. Victoria Dahl

anything to lose in the first place.

      He took a moment to look around; his eyes seemed to touch on a hundred things. The apartment wasn’t neat and orderly, but it never had been, so she let him take in the cameras and lenses and photo books scattered between the magazines and occasional abandoned coffee cup.

      “Can I take your coat?” Her voice sounded weak.

      He nodded, still not meeting her eyes as he slipped off his jacket and handed it to her. The warm leather swallowed her hands and the scent of him rose over her so unexpectedly that she had to close her eyes. Oh, God, she’d forgotten that. The smell of his skin. Pain bloomed deep inside her belly and nearly made her knees buckle.