Chapter Thirteen––––––––
After passing through security, nerves made Nat’s stomach clench as he made his way to the special entrance for private, charter planes at the airport. Not sure if he’d be welcomed or slapped again, this time by Lucy, made him queasy. Man up, asshole. You did this to yourself. See it through. He took a deep breath.
Mace and Spinna, Lucy’s right hand and her backup singer, greeted him at the door. Spinna was nice, but Mace merely grunted at the baseball player and went inside. Mace thwarted Nat’s attempt to kiss Lucy on the cheek by pulling her away. Staring at Nat with hostile eyes, Mace transmitted his message to keep away from the singer. The muscular techie considered himself Lucy’s main man, her only man. Nat needed to watch his step around the burly technici
