“Hope,” Nathan whispered.
“Mmm?”
Nathan cleared his throat. “I hope Laura’s not at the front booth.”
“Laura?”
“Yeah. She lives in Dale Springs and works there too.”
“Huh,” Fury said. “Would she let us in?”
“Dunno, but I know the other guard too. His name’s Carl. I’ll figure something out.”
Fury settled in the seat. “Yeah, you could talk the devil into a vacation in heaven.”
Nathan threw a look at Fury and caught Fury grinning. “It’s all about the devil you know.”
“Yeah,” Fury agreed, solemn but still smiling. “Always.”
When Nathan got close to the community’s entrance, he slowed down, trying to catch a glimpse of who was on duty. The figure was tall but bulky, and Nathan muttered, “Thank God” when Carl leaned out of the brick booth. Nathan rolled down the window and came to a stop in front of the gate.
“Nate,” Carl said with a friendly smile. “Good to see you.”
“You too,” Nathan said in his best public relations voice. “You got the booth tonight, huh?”