Page 71 of Carry On (Love Doesn’t Cure All #4)

NASH

Screaming.

Gunfire.

Bombs.

Screaming

Gunfire.

Bombs.

Over and over, every time I shut my eyes, it was all I could hear. All I could see.

I was restless. Uncomfortable. Crawling out of my skin.

My chest was painfully tight as I tried to get my breathing under control.

Everything grated on my nerves, and I didn’t trust myself around Lincoln, especially while he slept so peacefully next to me. I had no desire to repeat the havoc of my night terrors around him. I didn’t want to hurt him. I wouldn’t be the burden he had to manage.

Climbing out of bed, I left him to find the clothes we’d scattered throughout the condo. I did a half-assed job of getting dressed and leaving a note on the island. I probably should’ve tried harder—should’ve left more details—but I just wanted to get the hell out of there.

I welcomed the safety of the night sky and open air as I wandered.