Page 13 of Fury

ABU DHABI, UNITED ARAB EMIRATES

“Hollyn! Oh, sheesh!”The woman—Lei, he was pretty sure he’d heard—grabbed one of Hollyn’s arms. Stood tiptoe in high heels. Leaned forward, trying to keep her dress away from Hollyn’s vomit. Looked like she might lose it too.

Davis stalked down the path. Fury trotted at his side.

The guy with glasses too large for his face held back Hollyn’s hair that had swept forward. Handed her a tissue when she stood. He eyed Davis. Angled in slightly when Davis approached, so that Hollyn was behind him.

Oh please, twerp.

The skinny nerd was hardly the threat he tried to be.

Hollyn moaned and wiped the napkin across her mouth. Stumbled to the side.

So this was the woman she’d become. Going out and getting wasted just days after her parents had died?

Not the person he once knew. Not even close.

“Davis?” she slurred.

“Yeah,” he said coldly.

He kicked himself for having been worried about Hollyn. For praying she was still alive. A phone call to the lawyer right before the military hop over had confirmed no one had found her at the crash site. Or heard from her. He’d been imagining her lying in a ditch somewhere. Bleeding out. Not in a limo, clearly partying it up while her parents lay in the morgue.

Given her past, it was especially surprising.

Davis shook his head. “Why haven’t you been answering your cell?”

“And she answers to you because?” Twerp demanded.

Davis didn’t dignify that with a response. Didn’t even pan a look in the guy’s direction. Side pressed to Davis’s leg, Fury growled low. Davis gripped the lead tighter, just in case. Though, here was one instance he’d be fine with the lug teaching some respect.

Hollyn looked confused. “My cell? I accidentally left it here the night of the gala.”

“I’d answer my cell if you called,” Lei teased with an arched eyebrow.

Davis ignored her. Pinned Hollyn with a hard look. “Ski trip? Are you serious?”

Hollyn shouldered her bag. Fury reached his nose toward it. Sniffed.

Did she have something in there?

“Wait.” She held up a shaky hand. Looked like death warmed over. “Why are you here?”

Heat flared up his neck. Why was he here? “Whywouldn’tI be?” They were essentially parents to him too.

“Okay, well.” Lei stepped back, tugging at the twerp, who hadn’t stopped sizing Davis up. “You two clearly have business, so we’ll leave. But, uh . . . ” Her heavy-lashed gaze seared its way up his frame. “Call me if you want a personal tour of the city.”

Not on her life.

She slipped into the limo behind Twerp, and the vehicle drove off.

“Who’s the dog?” Hollyn reached toward Fury.

“Don’t.” With lightning-fast reflexes, he grabbed her wrist. Though, it surprised him that Fury hadn’t growled at her. “He’s a military working dog. Not a pet.”

She wrinkled her nose. Yanked her arm away. “My, my,” she said dramatically. Then bypassed him for the front door. Drifted side to side as her unsteady gait carried her.

Drunk.

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