Concentrating on work was a Herculean chore that morning. She felt almost giddy. The smell of Damian, his touch and taste, were still with her, even though she’d showered. She couldn’t get his image out of her mind—his longish golden brown hair, those aqua eyes, that tall magnificent form. He’d promised to visit the store as soon as he’d spent some time talking to Reese. She didn’t doubt he’d go through with it, and found herself feeling a little sorry for the other woman. After all, as Damian had said, she’d been nice to him and had taken good care of him when he’d needed it the most. He’d never spoken a negative word about her… Casey wrinkled her nose. Sickening Miss Perfect! No, no. She couldn’t be such a poor sport. Blah. Casey decided to focus on the future, not the present. And the future looked bright. Damian. Her heart fluttered as if she were fourteen years old and ready to meet her favorite rock star. He still drove her insane, would forever affect her that way.
