That was when Matthew punched him. It amazed him, the punch. Not the shape of the blow. Niall had taught all the boys to box when they were much younger, and although Matthew hadn’t used this knowledge since then, it turned out his hands and arms and shoulders still remembered it in some deep, subconscious way. No, what amazed Matthew about the punch was the fact that it appeared at all. The fact that his hand made a fist and the fist took a journey and the journey ended on Declan’s face.
