Alex's hand on my back sends a strange shiver through me.

"We go first," he says quietly into my ear, and his commanding rumble of a voice sends a strange shiver through me. "Tillman will be up a few minutes later with our luggage."

I don't know why my cheeks are burning. Maybe it's because I've just made it even more obvious that I don't belong here. Or because of the way Alex is leaning close to me - the way his hand is placed against the small of my back - makes ...