Chapter 8
It took a few minutes for the disorientation to pass when he woke, but Blake remembered where he was and why he was there. He didn’t move for long minutes, enjoying the comfortable bed and letting his mind wander. Everything about the situation was messed up. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. It wasn’t what he expected when he got to work the morning before, but it wasn’t exactly messed up.
It was just different—very different.
Blake blew out a breath and slowly got up. His muscles barely protested, and he glanced down at his chest to see the evidence of his wound had completely vanished. Good. That was exactly as it should be. A few ibuprofen and a hot shower, and he’d be good as new.
He gathered up a set of comfortable clothes and his toiletry bag and headed for the door, bu
