His eyes widened in honest surprise. Seven months? Matt thought back to their first date, the blind date. He had been so terrified that the evening would be filled with awkward conversation and his mental construction of an escape route through the loo's window. When Delilah had shown up and completely knocked him off his feet--well, he was certainly glad he'd listened to Kendall Broadmoor.
"Seven months, huh?" he said, sounding quite proud of that number, that length of time. Matt hadn't had a relationship that lasted this long in quite some time, and he and Delilah had already shared so much. He was able to open up to her about his past, she helped him look toward the future, and he found life to be so easy with her. "That's quite some feat."
Matt had fallen head over heels for girls before, but the relationships had always hit bumps in the road that they could never get over before they could find their footing. He and Delilah worked, their synchronization was remarkable. He really couldn't put into words how much she meant to him and how glad he was to have her in his life.
Well, actually, he supposed he could---
"Delilah," Matt began. He smiled widely, feeling really blessed. The music stopped around them and it felt like a rather perfect moment to--someone tapped him on the shoulder and Matt turned. He didn't recognize the bloke, but he frowned at his horrid timing.
"Matt Summerby?" the man said. He was young, he looked only a few years out of Hogwarts. Matt's eyebrows went up. Was he asking for an autograph on the middle of the dance floor? "You don't know me, but---I know your brother. Caleb, I know where Caleb is."
His heart stopped. Matt's hands dropped from Delilah's waist as he turned to face the man.
"What did you just say?"
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