While Archer was driving, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. The day had gone better than he expected, and the thought of it lingered warmly in his chest.
He slowed down slightly and reached for his phone, turning off silent mode. The moment the screen lit up, his expression changed.
Missed calls. Messages from his brother, from Dmitri, from several of his teammates.
Archer’s forehead creased. He glanced at the road before pulling over to the side and parking properly. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned back in his seat, unlocking his phone as he started scrolling.
He opened his brother’s messages first, then Dmitri’s.
Yow, what the f**k? Shiloh????
Is it true?
Archer’s brows furrowed deeper as confusion crept in. He hadn’t even finished reading when his phone suddenly rang.
