Matt rarely dreamt, so at first he didn’t realize he was dreaming, despite a smoky haze hanging in the air outside Boomer’s office, not to mention an elongated perspective that made Riggs taller than him.
“You putting down roots, cowboy, or just coming in real slow?” he heard her say. Dani. He turned and found her, biker babe with soft sad eyes. “You make a better wall than a door.”
“I know who you are,” he said, thickly, blinking the smoke from his eyes as he strained to see through the haze.
“Do you?” She laughed, but it was a man’s laugh, deep and evil as she turned into Hayes, his knife slicing the air on a collision course with Matt’s chest. He came awake with a jerk that sent pain shooting down his back. Briefly panicked, he put his hand on his chest, then realized it was his back
