To Nathan Hunt, honesty is anything but the best policy. Telling the truth has earned him nothing but heartache and pain, so lying about who he is and what he wants seems to be the only path to job security and friends. Hell, it even brings him a hollow kind of happiness.<br><br>Except that's not much of a life for anyone. Desperate to cure his self-made misery, Nathan agrees to go along with a con that will score enough cash for Nathan to start over. There's just one problem: lying is getting harder by the day. And a con who can't lie, is a con who gets caught.<br><br>Nathan's attempts to distract himself from his moral quandary lead him to a mysterious, intoxicating man named Fury, a mixed martial arts fighter who knows a thing or two about lies and pasts better left dead and buried. Together, they undertake a journey that proves honesty is more dangerous and more difficult than either of them could have imagined. And as they combat addiction, thugs, guns, and inner demons, Nathan and Fury can only hope that their battle to be together is worth the bitter fight.

Fight

The waiter chuckled. “You know, I really don’t get you guys.”


“What?” Nathan’s heart began thudding in his chest, and each pulse seemed to ask whether or not it was time to run.


The kid’s eyes widened, and he crowded Nathan near the heater. Warmth blasted Nathan, making him sweat in his suit. “You don’t remember me, do you?” the waiter asked.


“Should I?” Nathan asked, but a nagging little voice told him that yes, Nathan should remember this one. Or well, Nathan’s asshole probably should, at least.


“Nashville. Club Storm. Any of this ringing a bell?”


It did, it all did, but what rang the loudest was the black, chipped polish on the waiter’s fingernails. “Umm…” Nathan said.


The kid snorted. “Maybe we should find a bathroom. Bet I could get you to remember me.” He looked Nathan up and down and licked his lips.


“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nathan tried to dodge, but the waiter blocked him.


Chapter 59