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He nibbles my bottom lip and lets go, "Little fox if you don't stop, I'm going to take you right here, and I would much rather do it somewhere where dead people haven't been."
"Well, then let's go to my office." I kiss his neck.
"Nice try, but we got plans." And with that, he pulls me towards the door.
Chapter Ten
Archer
I grab Daphne and pull her out of her stuffy lab, figuring she needs a break. She went someplace in her mind that looked scary and lonely.
"Arch, where are we going?" She's asking me that but still following me.
"You'll see." I have the perfect spot in the park for when my mind wanders. It's helped me dissociate from the cases and crime scenes I've seen. We'll just have to get my car to borrow. "Are you up for an adventure?"
"Hm, depends. Are you going to be taking me somewhere that you can then murder me?"
Her imagination is sometimes scary. "You do realize we've slept together, and I had the perfect opportunity to do something when you were snoring, right?"
She looks appalled, "I do not snore. I'm a lady."
"You weren't a lady when you had that mouth on me."
She goes all red and looks around to make sure no one hears me. But I already know we are alone in the hallway. Already had my eyes searching to see if Grey was creeping down here, waiting for me to leave.
"Be careful what you say here. You don't know who's listening, Archer."
I roll my eyes. "Okay, Daph, now we need a car, so let's go grab one from the parking ramp." I pull out keys that I took earlier to my 'work' vehicle.
"You really won't tell me where we're going."
"Nope, but on the way, do you want to grab takeout? We can get Shake Shack?"
Her mouth goes into that perfect 'o' that I'm getting used to. "Yes, please."
"We also have to go grab something from my house." I have the perfect blanket that we can use for a picnic. Look at me, such a
romantic.
"Okay."
We reach the parking garage where the line of cars are parked. I keep my keys for the specific vehicle that I like. It's the only one that isn't totally wrecked and hasn't been in the shop a million times for bullet holes.
"Mine is over here." I point to the Dodge Charger, which basically looks brand new compared to this lot.
"I thought agents didn't have their own cars?" She looks up at me, ready for my answer.
"We don't, but I pulled some strings. Plus, I always have the keys."
"Why don't you take it home then too?"
"If people saw a car with those plates outside of my house, it would probably be egged. People don't like law enforcement."
"I don't blame them. I don't like them either."
"You work for them."
"Only because the science museum for the anthropology position was taken. I'm building up my reputation in the field to then hopefully switch over there."
