Deirdre was astounded by the feeling of falling, and she wrapped her arms around the man's neck subconsciously while he hugged her tightly.

Brendan's breath sprayed on Deirdre's face, and he lowered his head to ask with a hoarse voice, "Smell it again to see if there is a woman's smell on me."

Not only was there no woman's smell, but he did not even reek of cigarettes, but there was only a faint, musky scent that smelled like sandalwood, or it could be his own masculine scent.

Deirdre could