Chapter 2
I was awakened the next morning by the sound of my front doorbell ringing. I looked at the clock beside my bed and saw that it was after seven. I’d slept later than intended, but I’d stayed awake longer than normal last night, thinking about Eric. I wanted to know more about the man who ran onto my porch and kissed me last night, and I hoped he wouldn’t be strong-armed by his brothers into avoiding me now.
By the time I climbed out of bed and headed downstairs, the doorbell ringer had become the door knocker.
“Patrick,” I heard Eric’s voice call from the front porch, “please open the door.”
I unlocked and opened the front door to find Eric standing on my porch. He was wearing the same cargo shorts he’d been wearing yesterday, but with a different T-shirt that had a logo for o
