Chapter 10

“So what’s your name?” Alex eased the brush through the pale skeins of hair. He tried to ignore the desire to toss the brush aside and use his fingers as a comb.

“I don’t have one. Not one you could pronounce, anyway. I am not from around here.”

Ohhhkaaayyy. Maybe Alex was wrong about David poking fun. Maybe he’d escaped from a mental institution. Never mind about screwing the unexpected guest—what did the authorities do to people who wanted sex with the mentally-challenged? IfDavid was such a thing and not a con-man. As for his mental health, Alex wasn’t sure whether that meant the other man or his own psychological state. Who in his right mind could think about sex when he should be worrying about things more important?