“You okay?” Fury asked, hovering.
“Fine. Go. I should take this.”
Fury went to get his keys, and Nathan headed for the bedroom to talk. He slid buttons and put the phone to his ear. “Nathan Hunt.”
“Hey, Nathan, it’s Cal Vaughn.”
“Oh, hey!” Nathan said, genuinely pleased and trying not to imagine Cal bound in rope. With all the playing he and Fury had crammed into a single week, Cal had been on Nathan’s mind more than usual. “How’re things over at InterTek?”
“They’re good. Really good. I’ve been meaning to call you, actually, but I’ve been out of town and had some vacation and all that.”
“Sure, sure. Where’d you go?”
“Cancun,” Cal said, and, after the briefest of hesitations, he added, “With the boyfriend.”
“Nice,” Nathan said, pushing aside a book, a bottle of lube, and a pair of cuffs so he could sit on the side of the bed. “What’s the lucky man’s name?”
“Eric.”
“You two have a good time?”
“We did. Been together for over a year now. He’s on my sales force.”