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best-looking guy I’d ever known. Hell, he was the only guy I’d ever felt like that with. We were each other’s firsts. Maybe we’d been stupid to marry without dating anyone else, but really… it never occurred to us that anyone else would have us.
    “I was just cleaning up,” I replied, sliding over to the bed. I’d hoped to put some distance there, but he wasn’t having any of that. I turned away from it.
    He crowded me, making me backpedal from the bed until my back hit the wall behind me. “Why are you afraid of me?”
    “I’m not,” I whispered weakly. 
    He didn’t answer for a while, his amber eyes just boring into me like he was trying to set me on fire. Then when he did answer, he didn’t do it with words. He grasped my chin, and then his mouth covered mine.
    Even if I wanted to fight it—and my nervousness had vanished as soon as he’d touched me—I was helpless to. His kiss sent a relentless ache through straight to my core. His hot mouth slid over mine in a slow kiss, his lips deliciously firm and warm against me. His fingers danced along my neck.
    Just then, Riley’s operatic scream filled the house. I broke the kiss, but Brody didn’t move away. He hung his head to the side of mine, so his forehead rested against the crook of my neck. My traitorous hands slid over his body, passing over the pink scar on his shoulder. It wasn’t more than a raised bump now, though I imagined originally it was bad.
    “That’s Riley…. She has bad dreams sometimes,” I told him. Neither of us moved for a second. “I should see what’s wrong.” He still didn’t move. 
    Finally, he lifted his head. “We’re not done.”
    I swallowed the anxiety inside my throat but it settled in my chest, restricting the way my heart pumped. Slowly, I placed my palms on his chest, ignoring how firm and strong it felt, and pushed him away. He let me do it, taking two steps back and allowing me enough room to maneuver around him.
    “Devyn?” I faced him straight on, my back to the bedroom door. “Do you want me? Right now, do you want me?”
    “The moment’s gone, Brody. I have to check on Riley.” I turned to leave, desperate to make an escape.
    “We shouldn’t have to have a moment to love each other.”
    I froze. I looked back at Brody, sadness weighing on my chest and making it hard to breathe. “No. No, we shouldn’t.” Then I turned away again, and left the room. Because I was a big, fat chicken.
    ~*~*~
    Brody
    Gun fire rained down around us, echoing through my world. I ducked behind the abandoned Hummer. My team was down. The chopper was down.
    I was trapped. Alone. This was just a stupid dream, damn it. But I couldn’t break loose of it. I knew my team was alive and yet, I couldn’t stop the dream from happening, from watching my team die.
    I swallowed and changed out the magazine on my gun. I was going to have to make a run for it. I didn’t like the idea, but I didn’t have much choice.
    I peered around the corner of the building. It wasn’t far. Just about ten steps to safety. If the snipers up top were any good, those ten steps would never happen. If I was quick enough, I could survive it.
    I wasn’t a sniper. I’d never trained for it, but I wasn’t a bad shot. The trick was… I didn’t want to get shot.
    The gun fire stopped, but I recognized the silence for what it was. Reloading. But with reloading came not-shooting. It was a chance. Who knew when they would stop again?
    I stood up quickly and ran. Shots rang out around me, too close to have missed, but nothing hit me. I jumped, flying in through the newly opened door in front of me.
    My landing turned into a summersault and I rolled to a stop… in my living room? I stared around the place. Beige carpets. Leather couches. Chestnut coffee table. Toys in the floor. It was my house but there was no one around.
    I glanced down. I was still in my gear. Still dirty and bloodied from being too near my team when they were all shot. And I