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 ...