“You…but…” Nathan began, and he stopped whatever the guy had been about to say by laughing in the would-be blackmailer’s face. “As if any of this s**t is mine or even hers!” Nathan gasped, and once the hysteria took hold, he couldn’t make it stop. He laughed in rough, barking guffaws, and he leaned on the railing. It only made it worse when the kid lost all his courage and started shuffling from one foot to the other like he had to take a piss.
“The hell’s wrong with you?” the waiter asked.
“Oooh…oh God…” Nathan knocked back the dregs of the brandy, made a grab for the waiter, but the kid threw off Nathan’s hold.
“No, no, oh God, please…please go tell my future wife that I f**k men.” Nathan had to pause for another gale of giggles, and he loosened his tie and collar.
“You f*****g high,
