Rhett being the asshole he was, whistled at me. "Looking good, man." I gave him the middle finger and turned to Matthew. "How is it no one has killed him yet?"
Matthew smirked. "Because we all know it's his coping mechanism."
That was true. We all had one and Rhett used humor even though there was nothing funny about the things he had seen or done to survive.
"So what's the plan?" I wanted to change the subject back to work. Rhett got moody if we talked too much about the past and I would much rather deal with his humor than that.
"Black checked us into a hotel. As much as I hate to say it, right now is a waiting game. We need to see what Vortex finds and we both know the FAA isn't going to have a final report anytime soon."
"No one has taken responsibility for the plane crash?"
Matthew shook his head. "Nope, which leads me to believe this wasn't a terrorist attack."
That was a good thing at least, but it left a lot of unanswered questions.
I knew the moment Sarah joined us. My body was practically tuned in to her. It reacted as soon as she was within my vicinity. I was pleased when she came straight to me and stood close enough that our arms touched.
"What did I miss?"
"My boss got us rooms at a hotel," I told her and watched her face to see how she felt about it.
"Okay. So let's go there, then."
Just like that, she trusted me to handle the situation. It felt good to have a woman who didn't argue every aspect of life.
The soundof someone screaming like they were being possessed by the Devil woke me from a sound sleep. It took mean extra few seconds to realize the sound was coming from the adjoining room.
I raced out of bed and across the room to find Sarah thrashing around in her bed. The sliver of moonlight coming through the mostly shade-covered window showed sweat pouring down her face.
Without a second thought, I climbed into her bed and pulled her into my arms. I ran my fingers through her hair in an attempt to calm her down, but it still took a few moments and some wrestling before Sarah was no longer flailing around in the bed.
I looked at her face to see if all the moving around had woken her up, but her beautiful eyes were closed and her breathing had started to even out.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sarah
I woke up completely confused as to where I was. This was the second morning in a row I was waking up wrapped around another human being, but this time I could've sworn I went to bed on my own.
In fact, IknowI did, so how in the hell was I waking up with someone in bed with me?
"I can hear you thinking." Graham's sleep-laced voice startled me.
"No you can't." I argued back but didn't move. The man's rock-hard chest was surprisingly comfortable.
"And yet, you didn't say you weren't thinking."
Damn him for being a know-it-all. "I was just trying to figure out how I'm waking up a second morning in a row with you in my bed when I know I went to sleep alone last night."
"You don't remember?"
I tensed at his tone. "Obviously not."
"You were screaming and thrashing around. The only way I could get you to calm down and not wake up the entire floor was by crawling into bed with you."
The need to bury my head was strong. It had been a long time since I had night terrors and the worst part was most of the time I didn't even remember having them. Clearly, this was one of those times.
"I'm sorry." My words were mumbled against his chest.
