I’m told he is a dangerous man, and my mind, body and soul don’t care. He is already living in my head. I would walk through fire for him. I don’t think he even knows it. Every time I see him, he walks like a polished weapon. Harlan is at my brother’s garage; I need to see him, even if looking is all I get to do. It’s been years of me wanting him. I walk across the concrete, and his eyes meet mine. He takes my breath away...