Archer grimaced. Sorry, man. How about your date this past weekend, the secret one you made me swear on my life not to tell anyone about—
He lets go of the button and spins in his twisty chair to face us. It would be so much easier if Xander were less . . . less what? Confident? Attractive? Flirty?Yes, that last one would be nice. No matter what my brain had reminded me, Xander is a flirt. If he were my boyfriend and he was hanging out with a girl like he had been with me, I would be angry.
What? Xander asks.You’re staring at me.I am not, I say.
You were. Wasn’t she? he asks Skye.Yeah, you were.
Well, I’m trying to decide what you have to live for.
I gesture around this amazing studio that is sitting in his backyard. How do you manage to get out of bed every day with such a depressing future?He was already at the kitchen table.
Morning, I said, tousling his still-damp hair. Hard to believe I’d married a ginger, which had never before been my type. And yet we’d had fantastic sex just last night. I leaned down and kissed his neck at the memory. See? I wasn’t exactly in a coma, even if it was still too early to blink both eyes simultaneously.Hey, he said with a smile. How’d you sleep, honey?
Great. How about you? I took out a mug and poured some life-giving coffee, wondering if the fact that I still liked the smell meant I wasn’t pregnant.I was very happily exhausted, he said with a smile. Slept like the dead.