Laura, sensing weakness in Nathan’s resolve, crossed her legs, one foot bobbing coyly. “Bet you still have all the fun toys in the bottom drawer, huh?”
Nathan made fists and dug his blunt nails into his palms, but no amount of anger could stop the heat that stirred low and molten in his body. Old habits were like hydras. Cut off one head, and two more rose up to test the blade. “Just shut up, Laura.”
Laura made a noise like an angry cat, and Nathan wanted to smack her.
“You didn’t tell me he was into that kinky stuff,” Mel said, her eyes alight.
“I’m not into it with you,” Nathan said grimly.
“Why not with me?”
Nathan asked the ceiling for patience and took a deep breath. “No kink. No fucking. No drinking.”
“When’d you stop bein’ fun?” Laura whined.
“I am plenty fucking fun!” Nathan snapped. “I am just not fun with you and your bitch of the week!”
“Asshole!” Mel bellowed.