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Archer had no interest in going up to Jaymes’s apartment and seeing him and Lily together. He barely got any sleep, and he was in a shitty mood. Seeing the woman he wanted in the arms of his brother was not going to improve it.
“We need to get up there,” English said in a tone that had fingers crawling up Archer’s spine.
“Why?”
English shook his head. “I hope it’s nothing, but we need to go.”
Archer traded a look with Jack and both followed English out the door and up the stairs.
The first thing Archer noticed when he walked into Jaymes’s apartment was it didn’t smell like Lily. There was no bacon frying on the stove, no pancakes filling the air, no coffee brewing. The room was close to silent, and it was never silent when Lily was around.
He thought for a second she might still
