Chapter 2
A week later, he was back. At least this time, it was my day off, and I’d actually been awake for several hours and had several cups of coffee. I padded barefoot to the door, pulled it open, and was somehow not surprised to see Matt standing on my porch. He was wearing a dark-green polo that set off his eyes and his trademark grin. It grew even wider as his gaze trailed up and down my body. I was wearing a ratty pair of threadbare jeans with holes across the thighs and a vintage Queen T-shirt. It was laundry day.
“So,” he said by way of greeting, “it turns out I’m severely allergic to bees. It was a bee sting that sent me into anaphylaxis. They were probably attracted by all those damn flowers Carrie had everywhere.”
I squinted at him. Why did he feel it necessary to deliver t
