seventeen
This was her least favorite of all Tag’s apartments and he’d had several through the years. This time, instead of the living room being filled with people, it was completely empty when she went inside. But as Nya went over to look out the window, the door opened, and Tag came in by himself wearing nothing but a pair of blue sweatpants.
“Yorkie?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I texted to say I was coming, didn’t you get my message?”
“I did. But you didn’t say why, and I thought maybe…”
Squinting at him, she tried to figure what conclusion he might have jumped to. “What?” she asked. “That something had happened with Archer?”
He came into the middle of the room and shrugged before slipping his hands into his pockets. “It crossed my mind.”
“No, everything is fine with Ar
