He might have known she'd have someone else. He didn't know who it was, but he was a handsome man, and he was gazing down at Cathryn with unabashed desire. Well, what man wouldn't? Cathryn was beautiful, intelligent, and more desirable than any woman he'd ever met. The guy would be crazy not to want her. He'd spent the morning rounding up evening clothes that fit him. Drew knew after watching that segment on the cable network that he had to see her, if only from a distance. The woman interviewer had introduced the piece in a way that had made him interrupt his shaving routine and rush out of the bathroom to turn up the volume. The introduction had mentioned the League of Interior Designers' conference. And then, there was his Cathryn. She was as cool and composed as usual. She smiled graciously, answered questions, and played to the camera in all the right places, yet somehow she remained distant and one step removed. She talked about her work, about her life, and she seemed to be the epitome of success.
