Chapter 39.
The drive into town with Archer was a masterclass in awkward sibling energy. Archer spent the first ten minutes whistling tunelessly, occasionally glancing at Briar with a look of profound pity. "Seriously, Briar," he said as they pulled onto Main Street. "A lock. It’s a five-dollar investment at the hardware store. For my sake. For Mom’s sake." "Archer, if you say one more word about it, I am jumping out of this moving vehicle," Briar snapped, though the flush on her cheeks was more about the man she’d left in her bed than the act Archer suspected. "Fine, fine. Subject dropped," Archer laughed, pulling his truck into a spot in front of the local barber. "I’ll get the trim. You go find something to wear that says 'I’m a successful business owner' and not 'I spend my nights in a bake
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