twenty-one
Closing her eyes, she let her head drop back onto the headrest of the passenger seat of Archer’s car. “You look tired,” he said and although he was driving, his hand curled around her knee.
She didn’t bother to open her eyes. “I am,” she said. Her night had been emotional and she hadn’t slept. So it was no surprise that she was beginning to feel fatigued. “I think I’ll take a nap when I get back to my place. Do you mind dropping me off there?”
“We’re not going to your apartment.”
Relaxing her hand over his, she lifted her head. “I know we have things to fix between us. But I can’t come back to yours and fall into bed with you, Archer. For one thing, I’m too tired to think about sex.”
“We’re not going back to my place either.”
Now she was really confused. If they weren’t go
