Damien leaned back on the sofa in his living room, tapping his fingers on the arm. Was it possible to be obsessed with a woman after meeting her just once? Damien was seriously beginning to think there was something wrong with him. He just couldn’t stop thinking about a tiny pixie with big brown eyes and a riot of curls.
“Damien? Damien? Damien!”
Damien sat up in his chair, startled to find Holly standing in front of him, hands on her hips.
“I’m sorry, love. Did you say something?”
Her forehead creased into a frown as she stared down at him. “I’ve been calling your name for the last few minutes. What is wrong with you? You’ve been like this for the last two weeks. One minute you’re normal, the next you’re in another world.”
He smiled at her. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just preoccupied. No
