“Where am I, and who the hell are you?”

Max’s voice was rusty from disuse. He hadn’t lost his ability to talk in the accident, but when he’d gone deaf, he hadn’t wanted to talk, for a number of reasons. He hadn’t had much to say to anyone, and when he did have something to say, he couldn’t hear himself, which made him write things on a notepad. He didn’t want people to make fun of him.

The guy’s eyebrows shot up, and he swallowed. “I’m Jason. You don’t know where you are? Didn’t you go through the ‘tests’ like the rest of us?”

Max didn’t think this man posed a threat, but a tingle of unease went through him at the mention of any sort of testing. He hated tests; he never did well on tests. Of any kind.

Uncaring of his nudity, he rose from the bed and met Jason’s curious gaze. “What testing?”

“The stamina and sensitivity tests?” When Max didn’t answer, Jason’s expression grew animated. “The girls? You didn’t meet the girls yet?”

Hands planted on his hips, Max shook his head. What was the guy talking about?

“The aliens?” Jason started to chuckle. “You haven’t met any of the aliens yet?”