Matt's Story — Patricia PacJac Carroll

Matt glared at Big John. "Her name is Hannah. Best you remember that."
His uncle scowled. "Best if you forget it. You just lost one woman, not wise to allow a needy one to get her claws into you."
"She's not like that. Nothing like that."
Big John walked away. "You don't even know her."
His uncle's truth stung. But he was wrong. Matt gazed at the injured woman and her dark hair, soft skin. So pale. "I'll take care of you, Hannah."