Big, enormous trouble. It was all because of the day they’d spent together. And that brain-zapping encounter behind the wheel. He’d been doing okay, telling himself he could handle having her in town, hearing her voice, seeing her face. He’d even allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy that they could somehow be friends—could go out and spend a day together with no problems, no repercussions, no longing. But no. Uh-uh. Because he’d made the monumental mistake of letting his guard down and truly enjoying being with her. Not to mention the whole hot-and-heavy makeout session. He’d kissed her, touched the body he’d dreamed about for eight long years, and it was as if time had completely fallen away. No one had ever felt as perfect in his arms. No one, he feared, ever would. And now, nothing was going to help get Cassie out of his mind, his dreams, his fantasies. Not until she left. Or not until he had her again. “Did you want me?” a familiar voice asked, startling him as he stood at a table in his office, looking at some head shots.
