Confident? What did I do? He watched her blankly, his gaze searching her face. A strangers gaze.
But he was no stranger to her. Gone was the memory they shared of how shed first set eyes on the young, strapping twenty-two-year-old Jonas, so handsome and friendly and good. Shed been afraid to trust him. Repeating the heartbreak of her mothers first marriage had been her fear back thenher natural father had been violent to her.