Three days later, I had just gotten home from a particularly grueling shift when the doorbell rang. I’d barely been home for five minutes, hadn’t changed out of my uniform yet, and I knew I had a snarl on my face when I yanked the front door open. I had plans to tell whoever it was that I wasn’t buying whatever they were selling. I just wanted to sleep. But the words stuck in my throat and the snarl fell off my face when I saw who was standing there.
I had always thought Matt was gorgeous, from the very first time we were introduced. He’d been barely eighteen at the time, and even though he looked a great deal like his older brother, I had never noticed Luke the way I did Matt. His dark-blond hair was a bit shaggy, but deliberately so, and his green eyes seemed so much brighter and more a
