“Greg Hammond?”
“Yeah, he—wait, how do you know Greg?” Matthew narrowed his eyes. f**k, was this guy some sort of stalker? That was the last thing he needed right now, no matter how cute said stalker might be.
“You really don’t remember me, do you?” Tyler frowned and turned away, sliding his hands into his back pockets. “So much for lasting impressions,” he muttered under his breath.
Matthew stood up and took a couple of steps toward him, fighting an intense urge to touch him. “You do look familiar,” he admitted, “but I can’t…I can’t place you.”
Tyler turned around and took a step back until he was pressed against the mantel. “Yeah, I didn’t figure the high school football star would remember me.”
Matthew drew in a sharp breath as the gate in his mind opened and the memory slammed int
