Whoever said space was cold, never found love from the stars ... Some people never learn. This is the tune playing once again in Alex Beaumont’s head when he sees a vision in white attracting odd glances in the quiet little seaside resort of Padstow. He came to get away from it all, to bury himself in work, to forget every man he ever falls for eventually needs to get away ... from him. Adrift in the universe, Mani searches for a place to call home. The planet he finds is cold and inhospitable, not at all what he was expecting. He feels lost and alone, until a stranger’s smile warms him. And with that smile comes another kind of heat, one he’s never before experienced. Love is not what Alex ever imagined it to be. They say space is infinite, but the distance between what Alex wants and what he has experienced romantically seems to be growing ... until now. Like a shooting star, he’s about to fall long and hard. Will he crash and burn, or find the love he’s always dreamed of when looking at the night sky?

Space, Man

Did “David” not understand the purpose of pyjamas? Did he sleep naked?


Alex swallowed. Maybe, but the nagging suspicion remained that David had spent the night in the same outfit in which he had arrived. The question was why.


Had he wanted to remain in the suit in case he needed to make a fast getaway? The tight item of clothing appeared to be one piece. Alex couldn’t guess how his visitor got in and out of it. The oddities kept accumulating, and he wanted nothing to do with any of them. Alex had hoped to drive David somewhere today and get rid of him, make him someone else’s problem. An expectation for which he suffered guilt. That emotion had postponed another attempt at an inquisition, although if they didn’t manage to communicate soon all Alex could think to do was to drop the foreigner off at a police station. He didn’t like that idea, certainly didn’t want a load of questions.


“And what have you been doing with him the last two days, sir?”


Chapter 6