Like his address? It was ironic to hear Tag on his high horse, judging Archer, when the closest she’d ever come to losing her life in recent years, was the night she refused to give up Tag’s address.
“I don’t want you to leave hating me,” she said because the truth was, their friendship was more valuable to her than arguing about work. “I want to fix this. I want you to be happy for me.”
“How can I be happy when you’re choosing another man over me?”
“I’m choosing the man I love,” she said. “The man who loves me. The man I want to make a life with. The man I want to have a future with. This is not some casual guy who I met last week who I’m kind of attracted to. This guy is the one I hope to marry and have kids with.”
“Does he know that?”
“Yes, he does,” she said, trying her best not t
