They arrived at his building, and they parked in the underground garage. He ushered her onto the elevator, escorted her down the long hallway to his apartment. When she stepped into Matt’s home, she looked around in surprise. It was warm and bright, and Callie’s art was displayed all over the place. His place was like hers, with an open-plan kitchen and living room area, though his was much bigger.
He took her coat. “Go into the living room, OK? You want anything? Beer? Tea? Water?”
“No, thanks. Nothing.”
“Go sit. I’ll be there in a minute.”
She wandered into the living room and sank down onto the sofa. She watched Matt in the kitchen: he removed his blazer, rolled up the sleeves on his dress shirt. At the sight of those huge, tattooed forearms, her mouth went dry.
He just looked so
