After a breakdown strands him on a lonely road, a traveler accepts help from a handsome stranger who seems too good to be true. As the two men continue on together, the rescuer's real intentions slowly surface, turning gratitude into a dangerous game of desire and control.
He's not as bad as he looks, you know. A little rough around the edges. But he's solid. I didn't say he was bad.
Good. Good. Then finish your breakfast and go say thank you. For the water. Seen Cal this morning? No. Why would I?
Because he fixed the fence and you haven't said thank you. That's why. He was the one who let them out in the first place. He didn't let them out. The fence let them out. And he fixed it. That's what decent people do. Okay, okay. I'll go say something. Later.
Oh, and he's coming by this afternoon. I asked him to help me move the old rocking chairs out of the shed. You can say thank you, then. Hey. My grandmother said you're coming over later to help with some chairs. Yeah, she asked me last week, before you showed up.
Look, thanks for the fence. I know I should have said it earlier. It's my fence, too. Just makes sense to keep it in good shape. That looks decent. Did you make that? Yeah. Nana's got mint growing by the back door. I just threw some in. It's not
Hey, Cal. I'll make you one later. The lemonade, if you want. Sure.