Page 35 of Full House

Nate watched Vitoria disappear inside her trailer before heading to his. He paused on the steps, noticing a large manila envelope wedged under a rock sitting on the top stair. Slipping it out, he read his name scrawled in black marker across the front. It had been months since he’d received the last fan letter delivered to his trailer, but he remembered the handwriting. It was a match.

Taking it inside, he tore the envelope open, pulling out an article ripped from a magazine. Thankfully, he didn’t have to read the headline to know it was an interview he’d done for the latest issue of Hot Press magazine because slash marks—as if made with a knife—defaced the contents. Contents where he’d admitted to being in a relationship for the first time in his life.

Someone wasn’t happy about the news.

Fan mail wasn’t uncommon—even crazy fan mail was expected. It was the place of delivery that was worrisome. The studio was a secured facility. And though thousands of people traveled the sets, they were all authorized. As the envelope had no postmark, it was clear it had been hand delivered.

Sliding the document back into the envelope, he stuffed it in the drawer with the previous bit of fan mail. He was probably overthinking it. People sent crazy, creepy, and sometimes downright disturbing things to him all the time. The only difference was, he usually didn’t have to deal with it. He had a team that handled all his correspondence both mailed and online, only bringing to his attention things he deemed important—children, charities, families in need. The list didn’t include stalker fans.

He pushed it to the back of his mind, refusing to think and dwell on it while he showered. He also refused to think about it while he got dressed, throwing on black jeans and a gray t-shirt covered by a black blazer.

So, he found it strange why—fifteen minutes later when he was leaving to collect Victoria—his eyes strayed to the drawer holding the envelope. And stranger still was the tingle he got in the back of his neck when he thought about what lay nestled inside.