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“Please,” Nya whined, feeling like she’d been on his case all night.
“No,” Archer said, sticking with the same response he’d been giving her since she’d first brought it up.
Sitting on his couch, in his apartment, she was lying with her feet in his lap. He wasn’t so much massaging them with conscious thought, but he rubbed her toes and his hands felt good.
Because he was watching a news channel on mute with the subtitles streaming along the bottom, his hands were idle and she gave them something to do. Every once in a while, he stopped indulging her feet and stroked her bare legs, which sent tingles of awareness shooting up to her pelvis.
It was a shame she had to work on getting him to help Tag because her thoughts were slipping into the inappropriate.
CNN and sports, that s
