Chapter 21

“Nah, now, I never forget a face.” Dennis clucked his tongue, and his eyes went wide. “Holy shit. You’re the guy on the billboards. There’s one on Kingston Pike. What’s it say? ‘Marriage First’ or some such bullshit?”

Nathan forced his groan to become a chuckle before it escaped his mouth. “Eh, yeah. Easy money.”

Dennis laughed, but it rang hollow. “I hear that, man. I hear that. So you’re a fuckin’ model?”

“God, no. I’m—”

“A friend of mine,” Fury finished. “Looking at him to be my manager.”

Dennis whistled. “And how much is that gonna cost me?”

“We’ll work it up after we’re square with what you already owe me,” Fury replied.

“Jesus, you’re a pain in my ass,” Dennis complained. “Come on, Fury.” Dennis waved one arm expansively. “I thought we were friends.

Fury sighed through his nose. “Where’s the rest?”

“Coming.” Dennis put a hand on Fury’s shoulder, and there was something familiar about the gesture. It was a little too friendly, and so was Dennis’s expression.