Nate whimpered a little when Brandon broke the kiss, but a least he didn’t go far. He sat on the edge of the bed and took Nate’s hand.
“Wow.”
Brandon smoothed Nate’s hair away from the bandage on his forehead. “Wow, yourself. It’s good to see your eyes looking so clear. Last night they were all glassy and unfocused.”
“They’ve decreased my level of pain killers a notch or two. So I wasn’t dreaming last night? You really were there with me?”
Brandon lifted Nate’s hand to his mouth, kissing the sore spot just above the I.V. “I was there, all right. I would have been here when you got up, but I was called out on business.”
“I know. You were terrorizing law enforcement the world over trying to find the guy who cut my brakes.”
Brandon’s jaw went rigid. “And I will find that son-of-a-b***h,
