"I’m sorry, Tana. Tell me I didn’t hurt you. I almost… Damn it," Tim wiped the sweat from his eyes, rubbing his palms over his face and then through his damp hair. "Hell. I could have killed you."
She reached out a hand to him, but Tim jerked away from her, backing to the other side of the bed, feet on the floor, hands still rubbing over his face in agitation.
"Tim—"
"Don’t. Just f*****g don’t. Out now."
"I don’t think so." Temper hissed in Tana’s voice, making him turn his head and meet her glittering gaze. "What did you say to me?" he asked, his own voice lowering, taking on an edge.
"You heard me very well, Tim. I’m not leaving. You had a nightmare. A flashback. Whatever. It happened. We’ll deal with it."
He glared at her. "Are you out of your mind, Tana? I could have shoved that
