“I’m doing what I need to do for me and for somebody I…care about.” Nathan swallowed. “And I have thought about it. And I’m good. We’re good.” Nathan forced steel into his voice. “So, please, Laura, get out of the way.”
Clearly hurt and angry, Laura stood aside, and Nathan and Fury walked out of Dennis’ apartment and ran for the stairs. But when they reached the car, Laura yelled, “Hey!”
Nathan wanted to get in the car and forget her, but he just couldn’t. “Yeah?” he said.
Laura stood on a pile of mulch, her shoe crushing a bare little shrub. “Where are you going? And don’t bullshit me.”
“Downtown,” Nathan answered.
“Old City?”
“Close.”
Laura nodded. “You don’t call me in one fucking hour, and I’m calling the cops and going after you myself. You got that?”
Nathan smiled. “I got it, Madam.”