Thus, hiding in her corner again. This time with a cool drink and a comfortable chaise lounge chair and much better prepared for the heat. The “you can’t see me” spell was active, saving Toria from any inappropriate glances based on the current state of her n*****s.
A shadow fell across her, blocking her sun. “Why the hell do you have a hickey?”
Toria slapped a hand to the side of her neck, then looked up.
Archer grinned down at her, dressed in a set of swimming trunks with a towel tossed over his shoulder. “Other side,” he said. He dragged a chair closer to her and dropped into it. “I guess I don’t have to ask what you’ve been up to whenever Kane and I were otherwise occupied. Now you two are a matched set.”
Toria prodded the side of her neck that Archer had indicated. The skin was a
