“It’s the least they did wrong,” Fury replied, and though it was said lightly enough, Nathan didn’t miss the pain spread across the syllables. Fury dropped the offer of the handshake.
“I hear that.” Nathan shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “So, you prefer Hale or Fury?”
“Either.” Fury considered. “Though I like the way you say ‘Hale.’”
Somebody should really tell Fury that flirting wasn’t supposed to sound so innocent. If it was, actually, flirting. Maybe Fury could say those kinds of things without the veneer of sarcasm that Nathan had to have. “What’s up with the church and the minister?”
Fury set down the bag and rested a hip against Nathan’s car, watchful. “When I was seventeen, I got arrested.”
Nathan took the bait. “For what?”
“Armed robbery and assault.”
Fury studied Nathan as though scanning for a reaction. Nathan did his best to give Fury the right one. “What happened?” Nathan asked after a few seconds.