Misty splendor

MISTY-EYED Melissa Rose Evans. Misty. Small and voluptuous, sassy and bright. She was certainly nothing to him now, three years and six months after their engagement ended. He was just curious. After all, she was the installation engineer on the computer project he was to oversee. William Camden Lathrop III. Cam. His eyes, his mouth, his touch, had driven her to heavenly madness. But they had been young and pushed into an engagement neither one was ready for. Then Melissa had walked out. Now there was nothing boyish about Cam. He was all male. And she wanted him with all the uncontrollable passion she'd felt four years before.