Chapter 60.
The door shut behind her, but the silence that followed wasn't peaceful. It was heavy, vibrating with the aftershocks of the collision. Archer let out a long, jagged breath. "Holy hell. I thought you were going to kill her." "She isn't worth the paperwork," Victor said, his shoulders finally dropping an inch. He turned to Eliza, who was standing in the kitchen doorway, her hand still hovering near a heavy cast-iron skillet. "Eliza, I am profoundly sorry for that. It won't happen again." Eliza nodded slowly, her eyes moving from Victor to Briar. "She was right about one thing, General. The town is going to be humming like a beehive by noon. You've brought a lot of weather into this house." "I'll handle the weather," Victor promised. Archer looked at Briar, his expression softening
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