Trace Wheeler ran his hand through his shaggy, walnut-colored hair as he stared over the box of plastic wrapped comic books at the small, dark-haired lady. She was engrossed in the section of comics she thumbed through, seriously examining each one, sliding some out a bit to get a better look at the cover. She was actually into comic books. He couldn't believe his luck. Most of the women he met had just rolled their eyes at him when they found out he was into comics. Of course, most never lasted past the knowledge that he lived with his mother still, but this woman thought it was sweet that he was determined to take care of his mother. “Most men would want their own bachelor pad so they could bring girls home for s*x or something," she had said when he told her. “I think it's noble that yo
