Nathan assumed the position. “No, I haven’t. We always stay here.”
There was a Fury-silence. “It’s bigger than the truck,” he said.
“Well, yeah.” Nathan rested against Fury’s side, draped Fury’s arm over his chest, paused on the way to the remote control, and twisted to look at Fury. “Wait. You live in your truck?”
Like dark magic, Fury’s features went flat. “Yeah,” he said.
Nathan couldn’t quite process the idea of Fury spending nights in the bed of a pickup. Especially not all the cold nights that came before Nathan and Fury were together. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Thought you knew.”
Nathan turned and spied the duffel bag. “So that’s…”
“All I got, yeah. Well, that I’d mind people stealin’.”
“No furniture, no nothing?”
Fury frowned at the floor. “Got a few things in a storage building I share with my sister.”
“Why not stay with her?” Nathan asked, hoping his luck held and Fury kept answering questions.
“She tends to stay wherever she’s wanted most,” Fury said stiffly.