You’ve got it bad, Harris. And he did. He had, ever since the first time he’d seen her walking toward the library, her cute little glasses and rosebud mouth at odds with her tight leather dress and boots and that wild hair. She had a bubbly personality and a whip-smart brain, was great with kids, and had an edgy, dark side that called to something in Matt that made him uncomfortable, but pulled him in like a moth to a flame. Whenever he managed a few minutes of conversation with her, he was walking on fucking air for the rest of the day. Not to mention hard enough to pound nails. She’d ruined him for other women. Matt had always been a little shy to begin with, and his sheer size intimidated most women, but he gave dating the old college try. However, since Grace had come into his life, most of his dates seemed a little…insipid…and the few relationships that went as far as the bedroom left him feeling unsatisfied, and were over quickly. He knew that half the time, he couldn’t even enjoy himself, too worried about losing control, too worried about causing irreparable damage. The past couple of years, he hadn’t even really tried. In fact, his last date had been with Evie Asher just after she’d come to town. She’d cut it short, which in retrospect had been the right move – she and Colin were practically attached at the hip.
