nineteen
Knocking on his door gave her butterflies. She hadn’t figured out if they were the good kind or the terrified kind, but it had been two weeks since their conversation in her office at Sizzle when he’d told her Hexam was taking over the club.
Archer had been back to Sizzle more than once, but he’d never uttered a single word to her. He spoke to security, but even in the times he’d been into the office, he always brought someone with him, stayed for as short a time as he could, and left before she could think about getting him alone.
His apartment door opened and just like old times, he was chewing on whatever was filling his mouth. There was nothing in his hands to suggest what it was. “Not today, Ny,” he said around his mouthful of food and tried to close the door.
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