Alex came awake with a start. He’d tried to turn over and fetched up against the solid bulk of another body, close behind him. Too close. What the f**k?
The room felt chilly. He must have forgotten to shut off the air conditioning unit. Damned thing seemed to have only two settings—blasting out an arctic gale or dead off. He lay perfectly still for a few seconds while his mind skittered over the last twenty-four hours to sort things out. Okay, it had to be Manuel behind him. Anybody else would have killed him already or awakened him, tired though he had been. The slant of the light through the dirty mini-blinds told him late afternoon had arrived. He’d probably slept long enough.
With surreptitious care, he slid toward the edge of the bed, then slowly rolled over to face the other man. Y
