Page 13 of Broken Strings


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Once more, I’m reminded that Archer isn’t here to live the life he should have, so I need to make sure I live the best version I can for both of us.

Henry launches into a tirade about the importance of tradition while I glance around the space, ensuring no small ears can hear the filth that comes out of his mouth.

My mouth is no less unclean. However, when kids are present, I’m positively angelic.

Liv’s voice calls out softly over Henry’s escalation. “Oh, come on, you two. Nate can’t be expected to play Robin now. He’s the leading man in hisownmovie, after all.”

She nudges a blushing Mila.

I take the opening. “True.”

And before anyone else can chime in, I turn to face Henry. “Besides, DeMarco, you don’t get to be greedy. Bash is your own mini-Robin now.”

The man preens like the cat who got the cream, and I simply can’t help myself.

Here comes strike two.

“Time to let Superman and Wonder Woman here ride off into the sunset. We’re all aware at this point of how much they like to ride—”

Henry moves to slap me across the back of the head, but obviously, as I’m baiting him, I’m ready and waiting to jump out of his reach.

My laughter sounds loudly through the foyer when I take off in the direction of the kitchen, Henry hot on my heels, and I laugh even harder at the thought of how fucking stupid we must look.

Some things never get old.

CHAPTER3

SUMMER

Touchingdown in Heathrow is somewhat of a mind-fuck. I’ve not set foot on British soil since I was sixteen years old.

I rapidly collect my bag and march with intent through arrivals, set on grabbing the first cab I see.

The queue for cabs is stupidly long, so I stride further down the path, raising my arm while arching my back to push my ample chest forward. I quickly flash a bright smile at the first oncoming cab I see.

He slams on the brakes, and I laugh softly to myself.

Men on both sides of the Atlantic are so fucking predictable.

The driver helps with my suitcase, and as I slide across the back seat, I give him my destination to the hard-won address in Cambridge. It wasn’t easy to come by, but my tips from Rogue certainly helped.

There’s not much money can’t buy.

“Mind if I turn on the radio, miss?”

I shake my head at his question and slip my cell from my handbag, powering it on to shoot Anna a quick message.

Me

I’ve arrived safely. On the way to Cambridge rn.

The dots dance immediately as she types her response.

Anna

Everything is good here. Ophelia said hi, and Jesse called.

And sure enough, my cell vibrates with another message.

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