THIRTY-THREE
Sunlight burned my eyelids, so I forced them open. How in hell had I ended up sleeping on the floor of what looked like Caitlin's bedroom? I had the same pillow and quilt from the guestroom and every muscle hurt like I'd been in a fight. No need to ask who won – it had to be the other guy. I groaned as I sat up and then flopped back down, wishing my head would just explode and put me out of my misery.
"Nathan?" Caitlin peeped around the door frame.
So much for keeping her safe last night. Her stalker had been in her room and I'd been no use whatsoever.
"Are you all right?" I asked, praying that she'd somehow managed to fight him off while I'd distracted him.
"I'm fine. I should be asking you that. I'm really sorry I tased you. I should have warned you that I sleep armed
