Nate snapped from sleep to awareness in a heartbeat, faster than he ever had, even in Iraq. Something had woken him, but what…?
He lifted his head from his pillow, and saw that he was in his own bedroom, that it was dark, that Brad was sleeping beside him, that everything was as it should be except there was a man sitting at the foot of the bed and he was grinning at Nate and what the f**k –
Nate had hurled the covers off and launched himself at the intruder before he even woke up enough to process what was going on, training he had thought faded with time coming to the forefront in an instant, but it did him no good here. An inch from the man’s shadowed face, Nate slammed into what felt like a brick wall, even though there was nothing there, and found himself flung backwards until his b
