CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TENThe order should never have left his mouth.Damon realized that much barely ten minutes after his assistant walked out of the office.He sat behind his desk with both elbows resting against the polished mahogany surface, his untouched coffee growing colder by the minute while his attention remained fixed on absolutely nothing. The skyline stretched beyond the glass walls of his office, cars crawling through the city like tiny insects beneath him, yet he saw none of it.His own words replayed inside his head.The request had sounded reasonable at the time. Simple and harmless. Now, it felt unnecessary.Ridiculous, even.He had spent eight years convincing himself that Katelyn belonged in the past. He had buried every photograph, every memory and every unanswered question beneath endless meetings, acquisitions and business trips until there was barely enough room left to think.Why, then, was he digging everything back up himself? His hand reached toward the
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