waist. I swayed into the contact, not resisting as Ronan pulled me back against his chest. Disaster loomed in the distance, but the heat of his body washed away the coldness inside me. I used to despise his size and strength; now I leaned into it knowing he wouldn’t let me fall. Yet. Ronan pressed his face against my neck with a low groan. “Inogda bol’no smotret’ na tebya.” He wasn’t going to translate the statement for me, but he didn’t need to. I understood what he said. Sometimes it hurts to look at you. And now I knew it wasn’t only water running down my cheeks. All along, this man had been on the other side of the Atlantic. And maybe . . . just maybe, my soul always knew. OceanofPDF.com