Rex’s hand, let the man pull him down to the mattress and hold him. “Thank God you’re safe.”
Sawyer didn’t trust his voice, just nodded as he stared straight ahead over Rex’s shoulder. Rex held on to him for dear life and finally drifted back to sleep.
Sawyer didn’t get any more shut-eye that night.
Chapter Five
Rex woke the next morning wrapped around Sawyer, which was good. But that wasn’t enough to shake the huge feeling of unease that gnawed in his gut.
And it didn’t have everything to do with the fact that he was headed to South Africa to see Josh. Especially because the more awake he got, the more the feeling intensified, as though there was a memory he should have, but didn’t.
He looked around the room now and realized something was awry. Everything from the top of his nightstand was on the floor. The sheets were half off the bed, the comforter too…
“Did I miss wild sex last night?” he asked Sawyer, who glanced over his shoulder.
A fleeting expression on the man’s face made him grow cold. “Yeah.”
“What is it?”
Sawyer didn’t answer, but he did shift so he was out of Rex’s arms and sitting up against the headboard.
“Did I have a nightmare?” Rex persisted.
“Yes.”
“A bad one?”
“Pretty bad.”
He stroked a hand over Sawyer’s hair. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to apologize for.”
“I feel like there’s something. Did I hit you?”
“You tried. I’ve always been faster than you.”
“In your dreams,” Rex said and Sawyer’s start of a smile disappeared. “Come on, you have to tell me.”
“You were trying to get out…you called me Josh. Asked me to get into bed with you. Said you were happy I was alive.”
Rex swore.
“I get it. I figured something would happen.”
“I didn’t mean…Sawyer, it’s not…”
“Rex you can’t control your dreams. Saying you’re happy Josh’s alive isn’t anything to feel bad about.”
“You sound so logical, but I know you’re hurt.”
“Let it go. I’m sure, after you see him… I’m sure after you see him, you’ll be fine. You won’t need to dream about him. You’ll have him.”
Rex was staring at him like he could read his mind. “I’ll drop it for now.”
“Good. You’ve got a long couple of days ahead of you. Concentrate on that. Bring Josh home.”
“Just because he dreams about the guy doesn’t mean he’s still in love with him,” Jace told Sawyer as he spotted his bench presses at the weight bench later that afternoon in the gym Clint had set up in their house.
Jace was Sawyer’s best friend, and he and Clint had been living together for the past six months or so, ever since they’d realized that, despite their jobs, they would find a way to make being together work.
Part of that had been Clint leaving the CIA and going to work for his old CIA partner, who ran a cross between a PI business and a contracting service. Clint got to pick and choose his jobs, which meant he and Jace were able to spend more time together on Jace’s off-time.
Lately, their team hadn’t had much of that at all. It had been back-to-back missions, which was a big part of the reason Sawyer and Rex had been out of sorts to begin with. Add this in and…
“You would’ve crushed your fucking neck if I wasn’t here,” Jace informed him.
Sawyer snapped to and realized how close he’d come to pressing the weight back against his Adam’s apple, because he’d completely stopped paying attention. “Shit.”
Jace pulled the bar up and set it down safely. He stared down at Sawyer. “You’ve got to snap the hell out of this.”
“Yeah? Like you did?”
“My situation was completely different. And I did have someone come back from the dead,” Jace reminded him.
“Yeah, but I have my boyfriend’s ex coming back. And they were still together when he disappeared, remember? And Rex had some really bad nightmares.”
“Come on, the capture fucked him up, but if Josh comes