Naked In His Arms

NOBODY had ever asked Alexander Knight if a man's belly could really knot with anxiety but if someone had, he'd have laughed and said bellies couldn't knot any more than pigs could fly.

Besides, why ask him?

Anxiety wasn't a word in his vocabulary. He knew what it meant to feel his nerves tense, his blood pound. Taut anticipation, after all, had been part of his life for a long time. You couldn't put in years in Special Forces and then in covert ops without experiencing moments of stress, but that wasn't the same thing.

Why would a man be anxious when he'd trained himself to face danger?

Alex pulled his BMW into a parking slot behind the building he hadn't seen in three years. Hadn't seen, hadn't thought of….

Hell, that was a lie. There'd been too many dreams where he'd awakened, heart pounding, sheets tangled and sweaty.

The first thing he and his brothers had agreed on, even before they'd come up with the idea of starting a company called Risk Management Specialists, was that there wasn't a way in hell they'd ever walk through these smoked-glass doors again.

"Not me," Matt had said grimly.