During the ride home Nathan was silent as he drove Alex’s car back to the hotel. Alex thought he should be thankful that Nathan offered to drive. Alex had had a long day and all he wanted to do was to close his eyes.
“Alex, wake up.”
Alex blinked and rubbed his eyes. “What? What’s up?”
“We’re home.”
He slid out of the car into the stuffy underground parking garage and fell into step behind Nathan. His eyes threatened to keep closing. In the elevator and along the hall Alex trudged heavily so he felt relieved when they finally stepped into their room.
“Camilla is a lovely and lucky girl.”
And just like that, sleepiness evaporated from Alex’s head, replaced by wariness and dread.
“Lucky?” he mumbled.
“She had such a good time with you.”
“Nathan, I—”
“Oh, no, I’m not going to get ma
