He could still feel the scars on his back from his own narrow escape from success’ taloned claws. There were several major accounts who still called him and the ones who’d spotted his work for Angelo or Perrin were hounding his cell phone with requests for “just one more spread.” It was the road to nowhere. It was the road back to a studio, living there because next door would be too far away. Part of the package deal would be a series of lovers who looked like Melanie, or aspired to, but didn’t touch his heart.
He’d had enough of too many lovers. He now had a girlfriend, a woman he was in love with. And he wanted more of that. Wouldn’t his mother laugh her ass off knowing what he was feeling right about now. Angelo sure would.
Cassidy hung up the phone.
He didn’t turn when she ran her
