“Are you all right?”
Alex snapped his head up at the soft yet unexpected greeting. He frowned at the sight of a man, rugged-looking and wearing a too-passionate gaze, leaning against Alex’s trailer. The greeting failed to put Alex’s mind at ease. He was reminded again of the incident at the bar and he shuddered at the memory.
“What are you doing here?” Alex hissed.
The man chuckled.
“Is that a nice way to welcome a guest?”
Alex ducked his head.
“I—I’m sorry but I’m tired and—”
“I can see that, you poor thing.” Nathan pulled a hand from behind his back and for a split second Alex thought Nathan was holding a gun.
But it was only a bottle of Jack Daniels. Alex flushed and blamed his wild imagination on his tiredness. It seemed that the spine-chilling story line of his movie and the h
