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black comb out of the back pocket of his pants and began combing his hair, but she walked up to him, took the comb and motioned for him to bend over. Then she combed it for him, as she’d done in the past. It seemed so right and natural. And, as she’d done so many times in the past, before he could straighten up, she reached under his crotch and pinched his butt. They both burst into quiet laughter, and hugged for a minute. Afterwards, she straightened his shirt, held onto his neckline, and then smiled up at him.
    He kissed her. He couldn’t help himself, and, as they locked lips, he pulled her as close to him as he could, his cock pushing against the hot spot between her thighs. With a groan of agony, he forced himself to pull away. “My meeting,” he said.
    She nodded.
    He looked at her as he started walking into the living room and she followed him. As he shrugged into his black leather jacket, her eyes never left his face. He knew that because his own gaze never strayed from hers.
    She is a Goddess!
    As he strode to the door, he heard her footsteps behind him and turned.
    She grinned at him, her brown eyes lit like two candles. “We should do this again some time.”
    “No we shouldn’t.” He tried to sound harsh, but he broke into a grin. She enticed him to no end.
    “We will,” she said, crossing her arms. “We won’t be able to stay away from one another.”
    His gaze hit the heavens. “Just what I need. A short-term affair with my ex-wife, who, by the way, turns me on more than any exotic dancer.”
    “Hmmm. You that familiar with exotic dancers that you can compare me with one?”
    He grabbed her shoulders. “Never needed any. I had you, then my memories of you.” He kissed her quickly, and then left, slamming the door behind him, his legs weak. His bad leg throbbed a little, but he wouldn’t have traded the experience with Casey for anything on earth.
    As he stepped down the stairs, he felt a rush of warmth that he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
    The glow didn’t last very long. Damian thought about the unpleasant encounter he planned for the following morning.
    He hadn’t seen his father in five years. He would have tried for fifty more, but he needed to confront him. And, if he were super unlucky, he’d also have to see Sam…again.
    The more pleasant visit, Alex, would happen at another time.

Chapter Five
     
    Miles had reverted back to his normal self the next morning.
    Casey, dressed in a ribbed short sleeve white blouse and two-tier knee length brown and white skirt, moved around the kitchen as she poured cereal and milk for a quiet Miles. He’d awakened on time, put on the baseball jersey and jeans she’d set out for him, and then come to the table to sit down, bowing his head.
    Frustrated Casey tried to make lighthearted conversation. “Must have felt overwhelming to see Daddy again, huh, Miles?”
    Miles nodded. When she handed him a bowl of cereal and a spoon, he dug in right away, still not lifting his gaze.
    “You told him a lot of things you never told me.” She stood with her hands on her hips, watching him as she shoveled in the Fruity Flakes.
    “I don’t wanna talk about it,” he mumbled, in a cross voice.
    “But you told Dad.” As great as last night had been with Damian, at least in the sack, she was hurt, although relieved that her son had confided in him.
    “Dad’s like me.” He kept eating. “You’re not. You were perfect.”
    Casey froze. “Where did you get that idea, hon?”
    Miles set down his spoon and looked at her with flashing eyes. “Lots of people—teachers, the principal—they tell me what a perfect student you were.” He put his elbow on the table and dug his fist into his cheek.
    Casey let out a breath. Great. No wonder he didn’t confide in her about school. She sat down on the chair beside her son. “You didn’t tell me Grandpa hit you.”
    “I deserved it. I’m bad. Plus he acted sorry both times.”
    Casey’s gut