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

Fury went to the closet and pulled open the doors. He shoved aside some clothes and empty hangers and put his shoulder to the back wall, turning sideways. He tapped on the leftmost wall, concentrating.


“What are you doing?” Nathan asked.


“Lookin’ for the latch.” Fury cussed, shifted, and Nathan heard the click. A panel swung open, and Fury reached into darkness.


“What’s in there?” Nathan asked, trying to see over Fury’s shoulder.


“A bag, I think.” Fury jerked his chin in a silent command for Nathan to move, and Fury came out of the closet with a black duffel kept closed with a pair of luggage locks.


“Think so,” Fury said. “Ain’t nothin’ else in there.” He closed the panel.


“Not dripping bodily fluids, is it?”


Fury lifted the bag. “Not that I can see.”


“Mmm.” Fury planted a kiss on Nathan’s lips, stepped around him, and stopped.


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