Aubrey's POV
I flung the door open.
And froze.
"Hey, stranger." He smiled easily, leaning casually against the frame like this was completely normal.
"Matt?"
I blinked, utterly thrown. The man standing at my door wasn't Joseph—it was Matt Dawson. Broad shoulders, charming half-smile, and eyes that had once traced every inch of my skin. The same man I'd had a reckless one-night stand with almost a year ago. The same man who'd later become a surprisingly great friend thanks to the cursed intersection of our careers.
"Expecting someone else?" he teased, his eyes flicking over my stunned face.
"Kind of," I muttered. "What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?"
I stepped aside to let him in, shutting the door behind him.
"Work-related. Mostly," he said, spinning a
