Nate woke to the feel of gentle but rough fingertips soothing the swollen skin of his face. He opened his eyes to see the beautiful blues of Brandon Nash staring down at him.
“Wake up, Nate. We’re here.”
Nate shook himself in a bid to wake up. “I still say I can stay by myself. I hate to put you out like this.”
“We had this argument back at the hospital, Nathan. You’re stuck staying with me tonight. Might as well make the most of it.”
Before Nate could argue again, Bran got out of the SUV and moved around to the passenger side to help him into the house.
When Brandon first insisted on taking Nate home with him, Nate expected to be carried to a small apartment or a modest, two-bedroom starter house. He never expected to be taken to a sprawling farmhouse located on several acres of pri
