WRITER'S POV
The following day, Lana walked into the Tide Holdings office building with a lightness in her step she hadn't felt in some long days. The memory of Damon's kiss two nights ago was still fresh in her mind, a warm, secret glow that made the fluorescent lights seem a little brighter. She could almost still feel the press of his lips, the possessive way he’d held her against the car. A small, private smile played on her lips as she headed for the elevator.
But her good mood was about to be tested. As she rounded the corner towards her department, she heard them. Two junior employees, a she-wolf from accounting and her friend, were huddled by the water cooler, their voices a conspiratorial whisper that carried in the quiet hallway.
"...no, it's definitely true," one was saying,
