Archer
“No.” Aiden said to me as Jo and I started to pack up her things in the hospital room. I paused, my hand in mid-movement with putting her shirt in the bag as I looked up and glared at him. Jamie gasped from the couch he was sitting on with Jay. I looked over quickly, thinking he thought something was going to happen because the asshole in front of me told me no, but they were too engrossed in the phone to notice the tension.
“Archer.” Jo whispered, gently grabbing my tense forearm with her soft hand, “Maybe he’s right.”
I shook my head and grunted, “No. There is no way he’s right. There is no way this is happening right now and you…” I pointed to Aiden, pissed off and ready to explode, “Have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do. You have no bearing on this.”
“No bearing?
