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our area. Didn’t want to use another line. The CIA’s been tracking us. Me, specifically , Nate had typed . Navy and CIA will meet us here.
    Rex swallowed hard. “Looks like I’m going to be leaving in the morning. Uncle’s already on his way. The Navy and the CIA are expecting us. I can’t believe this, Sawyer. It’s a miracle. Since it’s not a mistake, it’s got to be a miracle.”
    Sawyer smiled, and it was genuine. “I’m glad, Rex. You deserve a miracle.”
    So simple. Rex wished it could all be this way, and knew that it might never be again.
     
     
    Tomorrow morning, Rex would start the first leg of his journey to bring his SEAL teammate home. His bags were packed and waiting by the door.
    Sawyer wouldn’t be able to drive him to base. Too much scrutiny for that. He hadn’t even wanted to stay the night at Rex’s house, but the man had insisted.
    It had been an uneasy evening. Neither man was particularly hungry, but they still each shoveled food into their mouths for lack of anything to really say to each other. As much as Rex tried to reassure him—and Sawyer tried to reassure him that he didn’t need reassurance—it wasn’t working.
    Finally, they’d simply gotten into bed, where Sawyer watched a movie and Rex fell asleep. Sawyer had been surprised at that but figured it was a good thing.
    Since Rex had admitted to him that he’d been having nightmares about his time being held prisoner in South America, Sawyer had witnessed many of them firsthand. They were quiet, not what he’d expected at all. When they’d first gotten together, though, Rex would actually wait for Sawyer to fall asleep before he’d get out of bed and go to sleep on the couch. Sawyer would wake alone, stumble into the next room and sleep on top of Rex, just to prove his point. But once Sawyer had started sleeping over more, when they weren’t on a mission, Rex wasn’t as worried about Sawyer witnessing the nightmares, and they’d been getting better. Rex slept through the night more often than not.
    Rex’s nightmare earlier that evening had, understandably, been the worst Sawyer had seen. And while Rex typically didn’t have more than one nightmare in a single night, this wasn’t an ordinary night. Sawyer’s mind was still racing with the news, and he’d managed to fall into a light, fitful sleep where he had dreams about Josh Kent. None of them made sense, but in his dreams, Sawyer was running.
    Whether it was toward someone or away from something, he didn’t know. Maybe he was looking for Rex, but the fog was too thick and he could barely breathe.
    He was trying to pull himself out of the dream but couldn’t. Not until the growling he heard grew louder. The growl woke him from a not-so-sound sleep, made him sit up with a hard jerk, ready to wrestle a fucking wolf…
    Rex’s arm slammed up. If Sawyer hadn’t moved fast, his nose would’ve been broken. He braced for Rex to come after him, but the man seemed to be fighting as though he could only be contained in that small space.
    Rex clawed at the bedding, fought an invisible enemy. Every time Rex jerked, Sawyer saw the thick scars that ran across Rex’s back.
    They also striped the back of the man’s thighs.
    “Josh, come on, you gotta wake up.”
    Sawyer flinched at Rex’s words, the raw anxiety wrapped up in them. He should’ve expected this after the news they’d gotten today.
    Now, Sawyer didn’t know what the hell to do.
    “Rex, you’re safe. You need to wake up.”
    Rex stared at him without really seeing him at all. “Josh…”
    Sawyer looked nothing like Josh. Polar opposites, actually. But right now, the only person Rex could see was his former lover.
    “Yeah, Rex…it’s Josh. Come on and wake up.” He kept his voice level, not too loud or threatening.
    “Josh, we’ve got to get the hell out of here.”
    “Rex, yeah, okay…we’re good. You’re okay.”
    Rex extended a hand. “Come on.”
    Sawyer’s throat tightened. He grabbed