Nausea filled her and she was worried about Rhodes. “I’m sorry. I meet so many people… can you remind me of your name?”

“How can you not remember my name?” he shouted, a red flush of anger filling his face.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. She did her best not to let her fear or panic show. “I’m sorry.” She held up her hands. “I should know your name. It’s…”

“Curtis.” He spoke in a more even tone. “Don’t make me lose my temper, Sasha. It’s not good for either one of us. We’ve worked on three movies together. I drove you back to your trailer in Vancouver. That was our first meeting. You couldn’t take your eyes off mine in the rearview mirror.”

She blinked, trying desperately to remember so she didn’t set off his temper again. Why would she have been looking in that mirror unless…

“The day I ended up with a black eye.”

She’d had a staged fight scene and she’d ended up with an elbow to her face. She’d been so worried about bruising for filming the next day, she’d kept looking at herself in the mirror. And this man, Curtis, had taken it as interest that hadn’t been there.

“Yes! I knew you’d remember our connection.”

She let him keep his assumptions while she tried to find a way out of this mess. Rhodes was incapacitated, but there was still Jared and Xander who could come by any minute. She just had to keep Curtis talking.

She rubbed her palms, damp from nerves, against her slacks. “I’d like to get some air, Curtis. Can I do that?”

“No.” And without warning, he pulled his hand from behind his back and revealed he was holding a serrated knife with a gleaming tip.

He walked toward her.

She stepped back and her calves hit the edge of the couch cushion. He kept coming and soon he had a hand around her waist, the knife in the other hand.

Oh, God. She bit back a sob.

“I’m going to keep the knife between us and we’re going to walk off the set. My car is right behind the trailers. Don’t say a word or yell.” He nudged her side with the knife to make his point.

The prick of the blade against her soft chiffon top hurt but she refused to react.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes.” She nodded, doing her best not to tremble or show fear. At the first opportunity, she would take her chances and escape.

“Then let’s go.”

She braced herself, but before she could take a step, the doorknob turned, making the same noise as earlier. “That’s Xander. He’s the only one who would just walk in.” Or try to.

“Sasha?” Xander called out. “Open up. It’s me.”