Chapter 62

“It’s nothing.” Nathan put a bloodstained, linen-bandaged fist behind his back. “Where’s Fury? What’s going on?” Nathan saw the bedroom door closed but heard low voices coming from the other side. He started that way, but Matt stopped him.

“It’s all right. Vicky’s in with him.”

“Vicky?” Nathan asked, dazed and dizzy. Damned champagne and emotional breakdown and getting caught bullshit.

“My wife’s a fine nurse, Nathan, I assure you. Come sit for a moment.”

Nathan stood at the bottom of a bone-dry well of patience. He refused to let Matt lead him to the couch. “What. Happened. To. Fury?” Nathan asked with the thinnest threads of civility.

“He went a little crazy on the third fight,” Hellabeth answered. “Took two men down fast, got some hits, gave some better, and then tried to kill the third fucker with his bare hands. Me and four guys had to get him off the man.”

Nathan put his hand on the bedroom door. “That’s not like him.”