“I’m going to the US too!” Nathan bounced, caught Alex by the waist, and swung him like a lifeless doll.
“Wait—what?” Alex was out of breath. “Put me down, Nathan, put me down.”
With a grin on his flushed face, Nathan planted Alex back down.
“Good dog.” Alex grinned, too. “Now care to tell me what you mean by that? Because I’m definitely not asking you to stay in my parents’ house, though of course you can come for Thanksgiving dinner.”
Alex knew it might sound harsh. But in a lightened-up atmosphere like this, he dared to take his chances. Nathan smiled.
“I won’t make your life difficult, Sasha. In fact, it’s you who will most likely be thankful for me.”
That actually didn’t sit well in Alex’s stomach. His eyes narrowed to slits.
“What do you mean?”
Nathan didn’t give him a direct answer.
“Tell me, Alex. Has your cute manager called you with any news about your next job?”