“What?” He frowned. “I’m Scandinavian—I burn easily.” I glanced at Noelle. With her freckled skin and ginger hair, both of them had the skin-burns-easily gene. “I think your future kids are a little screwed, aren’t they?” He chuckled, and I knew he was looking at his girlfriend. “Probably. Still wouldn’t trade her for the world, though, man. She’s…” Matthew sighed. “She’s everything.”
