Dan awoke, started to stretch, then had to stop. The weight and restriction of his casts held him almost immobile. s**t, I’ve gotta live with this cement suit for days yet.
In spite of frustration, an inexplicable feeling of well-being pervaded his senses. The drugging despair that had dogged him since the ghastly night in Iraq seemed to have finally eased its hold.
While he still remembered, the strangling pain was less, the guilt and horror veiled and dimmed to a bearable level. What…why…when? His body might be held prisoner, but his mind knew no such restrictions. His thoughts and recollections ranged free. Then he remembered the surprising end to his nightmare last night. Garrett—his rescuer in many more ways than one, and now an entirely new form of sustenance. Garrett’s hands and m
