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“Same. So I opened my laptop and started going through my email, and guess who emailed me?”

She twists her lips. “Archer?”

I shake my head. “No. Cooper Noah.”

“Cooper Noah emailed you? Like the baseball player Cooper Noah?”

I nod. “And he said his wife is a fan of mine!”

“Oh my God!” she squeals.

“Right! But even better, he said Archer is miserable!”

She looks like she’s about to squeal again, but then the words seem to register, and her brows push together. “Wait…what?”

I laugh. “Without me.”

“Oh! Right.”

“He also gave me Archer’s number,” I say.

“Are you going to use it?”

I twist my lips. “He never answers his phone. Even when he knows who’s calling. An unknown number doesn’t stand much chance.”

“Hm, yeah. Good call. So are you going to reply to Cooper?”

“He gave me his number, too, and I’m going to call him. But I didn’t want to wake him up, so I’m trying to be patient, which isnothappening.”

“Okay, let’s get your mind off this. We need to occupy you with…” She glances around the kitchen, and then she figures it out. “Food! Let’s go out for breakfast! You can call when we get back.”

“Food, yes. Eggs, hash browns. Toast.”

“Mm, toast,” we say at the same time, and then we both laugh.

“What are you ladies cackling about this early in the morning?” Chip’s sleepy voice asks.

“Toast,” we say at the same time again.

He shuffles over to his wife and plants a kiss on her lips. “Why are you both so chipper and loud only five hours after we went to sleep?”

“Guess who emailed her?” Jackie asks.

He raises both brows. “Archer?”

“Cooper Noah.”

He chokes on something. “Cooper Noah has your email address?”

“Apparently his wife’s a big fan,” I say as if it’s no big deal when I was squealing about it literally twelve seconds ago.

“Holy shit. What did he say?” Chip asks.

“That Archer is miserable without me, and he wants to talk to me.” I’m bouncing excitedly on the balls of my feet.

Chip looks confused. “HeCooper orheArcher?”

“Both, I think. But Cooper told me to get in touch with him. Except it’s five in the morning in Vegas, so Jackie and I are going to get some breakfast while we wait for a more respectable hour when I can call him. Want to come?” I ask.