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Since I’d met Wendy in college, I don’t think I’ve mentioned Archer to her, have I? God, I don’t know. We talk about all sorts of stuff. She’s my closest friend.
So of course I’ve mentioned Archer to her.
One of your brother’s friends?she texts back.
Yeah.
Which one? Let me guess... Archer Bancroft. He’s hot. But he also must be a complete asshole for calling you uptight.
Laughing, I type her a quick reply. “Isn’t that the truth,” I mutter.
“Isn’t what the truth?”
Gasping, I whirl around to see Archer standing there, his hands shoved in his pockets, looking absolutely miserable.
Good.
Oh, and also absolutely gorgeous, which sucks. Why, oh why, did this man have to be so handsome?
“That you’re an asshole?” I smile as serenely as possible, ignoring the buzz of my phone indicating I have another text. Ishove it in the pocket of my dress, thankful it came with one. A girl and her phone can never part.
“Listen, I came out here to tell you I’m sorry.” He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up completely. Which of course makes him even sexier, and that’s so unfair it’s ridiculous. “It’s just... every time we’re together, we somehow end up arguing.”
“I can’t help it if you’re rude,” I say with a sniff. I sound like a complete snot but I don’t care.
“You push all my buttons,” he admits, his voice quiet and edged with a mysterious darkness that sends a thrill shooting down my spine. He keeps his eyes trained on me as he slowly draws closer.
“Right back at you.” Why do I sound so breathless? It doesn’t help that he’s stopped directly in front of me, his big, broad body obliterating everything else until he’s all I can see.
“I’m hoping you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me.” He reaches out his hand toward me and I stare at it, not sure what he wants me to do. “Please?”
Did Archer Bancroft just sayplease? I’m sure this is a rare moment in history. “Why do you care about having my forgiveness?” I keep my gaze trained on his hand for fear he’ll see the confusion and emotion in my eyes.
Shit. What is wrong with me?
“Fuck, Ivy, why do you always have to be so difficult?” His hand drops.
I chance looking up at him, see the irritation and frustration written all over his face and I’m so overcome with the need to comfort him I take a step forward, ready to grab hold of his hand and...
And what?
“Archer?” a woman’s voice calls from nearby, causing theboth of us to look at each other. The slightly panicked look on his face indicates he knows exactly who this woman is.
“Who’s looking for you?” I ask.
“No one.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Clearly someone is, since I can hear her call your name.”
“She’s not important. I went on one dinner date with her, Jeff, and Cecily a long time ago. She had us married and planning for babies by the end of it,” he says irritably, glancing over his shoulder.
“What’s her name?”
He turns to me. “What?”
“Her name? The no one who’s looking for you?”
“I, uh... don’t remember.” He runs a hand through that sexy hair again, strands falling over his forehead, and I’m filled with the sudden urge to push his hair out of his eyes. Comb my fingers through it.
