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his abdomen.
    “Why don’t we be a real family again?” Miles asked. “This time you won’t drink and we can all be happy.”
    Damian swallowed hard as his head reeled. He only wished it could happen. “Pal, that’s one thing I don’t want you to think about. Mom and I are over forever.”
    “Nope. I don’t believe that. You should marry her again.”
    What could he say? He was just about to try when the door opened and Casey stepped into the apartment, her face and nose reddened by the wind.
    She looked otherworldly gorgeous, in his eyes, and his throat contracted as he thought about what Miles had just told him. Love filled his emptiness. He tried to grin at her, and hoped it looked natural. “Hi, Case. Miles is drawing me a picture. He’s quite a gifted artist.”
    Somehow he’d managed to sound nonchalant.

Chapter Three
     
    Casey didn’t respond to Damian’s grin. Her jaw dropped as she gaped at the scene of Miles sitting happily next to Damian, his elbow resting on Damian’s thigh. She kicked the door shut behind her and continued to stare.
    Miles flashed her a smile. “You know what, Mom?” he said, in a bright voice. “You were right. Dad doesn’t seem as bad as I expected.”
    Later, after Miles snuggled up in Damian’s arms and fell asleep, he carried his son to bed. Casey followed, still in shock at how well the meeting had gone. She watched Damian remove his son’s socks, and then sit on the edge of the bed smiling down at him for several minutes before covering him with a blanket. Finally, he kissed his son on the forehead and Miles smiled in his sleep. Casey felt a lump in her throat.
    When they left the bedroom, Damian strode over to the sofa, grabbed his leather jacket, and slid it on.
    “Not so fast.” Casey couldn’t believe he’d leave without giving her details of the time he’d spent alone with Miles.
    As he watched her he carefully, he kept his hands in his pockets. His hair fell above his eyes.
    She’d seen that pose and look a hundred times. She didn’t want him to go, a bad omen for her. Damian’s gaze seemed remote, almost dreamy, clear pools of turquoise. She could feel him without his touching her.
    He answered her, after a long pause. “I assume Miles will sleep all night,” She saw his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I have somewhere else to go.”
    “Where?” She knew she had no business asking.
    “Does it matter?” He regarded her with interest. “I did what I was supposed to do—took a lot out of me too. I’ll see him again.” His face softened. “The love I feel for him—I can’t even describe it.”
    “I know. So do I.” Something deep inside of her felt unsettled at a time when she should rejoice. Miles had his father back, but— “How did you get Miles to warm up to you so quickly? He doesn’t take to people, especially fathers he hasn’t seen for five years.”
    “I’m surprised too.”
    “What did you two discuss?”
    “My death.”
    “What?”
    “He thought I’d died. I had to convince him that I was me.”
    She tried to comprehend, as she watched a tic in his jaw.
    “You don’t get it.” He took off his jacket, and laid it back on the arm of the sofa. “Case, Miles knew about my accident—overheard Alex telling you. After that, he never heard from me again. He decided I was dead.”
    She heard a roar in her ears and the room tilted. “You’re teasing.”
    He looked dead serious, even grim.
    “ Dead ?”
    “Yes. Hey, you couldn’t have known. He didn’t tell you his fears.” He reached her in two strides and gripped her arms with strong hands, steadying her.
    She felt the room twirl around her. If not for his hold on her, she may have fallen to the floor.
    “Are you all right, love?”
    She heard his voice from far away with only his heated touch assuring her he stood right there. As his words sank in, she ran the gamut of emotions—shock, agony, despair, and failure. She’d failed her son. Casey couldn’t stand up