"Sometimes, babe, it's better to let the past be behind you. And, anyway," he shrugs, "You're the hottest woman here, and Anderson knows it. I saw how he stared at you. I win." I chuckle bitterly, then let out a groan. "When I realized it was him, all of those old feelings of fear and shame came back." Damien slides an arm around me and kisses my temple. "As long as you're my wife, no one's ever going to hurt you. Hell, they're not even going to look at you cross-eyed. Don't ever worry about the Eric Andersons of the world again.
