“I’m glad you liked it. I’ve never done that before.”
“I’d hope so. Because I’d question whose lab coat you were naked under.”
I laugh. “I mean dress up like that. I own lingerie no one has ever seen.”
“I will gladly be the first one to see you in it.”
“You need to come visit me soon.”
“I want to,” Archer groans. “I miss you already.”
“I miss you, too.” I close my eyes, wishing his arms were around me right now. Maybe some distance between us will help me figure things out. I know you can’t rush love, but this baby puts a time limit on things, and I want to know one way or another before I give birth.
“I’m going to get carpal tunnel now,” Archer jokes. “Especially if I keep thinking about you in that lab coat.”
“I have toys to help me with that.”
Archer groans. “And now I’m thinking about you touching yourself. You’re not helping me, Quinn.”
“You should invest in some toys,” I say with a giggle. “I can get you a mold of my vagina.”
Archer laughs. “I honestly don’t know if I should turn down your offer or not. Nothing will be as good as the real thing.”
“We can do a two-for-one special and you can make a cast of your dick. I’m thinking I’ll get it made in pink with sparkles.”
“Can I do the same for your vagina?”
“I’d expect nothing less.” I roll over with a big smile on my face. Archer gets me and my weird sense of humor. He makes me laugh. Makes me feel safe.
I am so falling for him.
“What are you doing the rest of the day?” he asks, and I hear him turn the TV on in the background.
“Nothing really. I caught up on work already so now I plan to watch TV and try to win back the affection of my cats.”
“You lost it?”
“They get mad when I’m gone for too long. I have a neighbor come over and feed them and clean their litter boxes, but I got the evil eye from everyone but Neville when I got home today.”
Archer chuckles. “Are you going to officially adopt him yet?”
“I should. I’ve had him for months. All I have to do is email the rescue group too, and I haven’t. How lazy is that?”
“You’re anything but lazy, Quinn.”
I brush Sour Patch Kids crumbs off my sheets and roll my eyes at myself. “Thanks for lying to me, babe.”
“My mom is calling me,” Archer says after his phone beeps.
“Let me know if anything happens. I’ll call you in the morning.”
“Okay. Good night, Quinn. I…I…I’ll talk to you later.” He hangs up and I’m left a little stunned. Was he going to tell me he loves me?
“Whoa,” Marissa says, pouring herself a cup of coffee. It’s Tuesday morning and I’m at the office. I just got done telling her about this past weekend’s events. “Not gonna lie, that’s a little fucked up.”
“I know.” I go for the pot of decaf and fill my cup halfway up. I read online that it’s okay to drink caffeine in moderation, but now I’m starting to feel guilty about it. But dammit, I’m tired and it’s been a routine for years to get up and drink at least one cup of coffee.
Adding a splash of regular coffee to my cup, I flick my gaze to Marissa. “I know. I feel so bad for Archer. And I feel bad that I’ve known him for years but didn’t really know him.”
“That’s not your fault,” Marissa counters. “From what you told me, you two never really sat down and talked or anything.”
“True.” I tear open a package of sugar and dump it in my coffee. “And it’s not like I’m chummy with Weston’s friends. I hardly even know Logan and Owen’s friends and they’re closer to my age.”
“I listened to a great podcast last night about how women feel guilty over pretty much everything. You need to accept that things aren’t your fault and stop putting blame on yourself.”
I go to pick up my coffee with my left hand and almost drop it. My wrist is too weak to even hold a cup of coffee. Great.
“Yeah. I know. And the guilt game is strong with me. I can only imagine how much worse it’ll be once I’m a mom.”
Marissa laughs, and we head out of the breakroom. “So when are you going to tell people?” she asks quietly.
“When I’m out of the first trimester. We want to find out what we’re having as soon as possible, and once I know, I’ll make an announcement.” Which reminds me to call the OB office and ask about that blood work.
“And Dean is still being a dick?”
“Yep. I talked to Logan yesterday about it. He thinks Dean still feels like I stole his best friend. Which I kinda did, I guess, but it’s not like that.”
“It’s not like the three of you were some tight-knit friend group before. Dean’s getting married too. And he and Archer don’t hang out that often anymore, do they?”
“Nope. Archer barely gets away from work. If anything, Dean and Archer will see each other more now that we’re dating.”
“Exactly. And his best friend is the father of his niece or nephew. He’ll come around eventually.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just irritating. And given everything going on with Archer’s brother, it makes Dean seem all the more childish.” I take a sip of my coffee. If only there was a way to prove to Dean that he and Archer are still friends and nothing has changed…
“You look like you’re plotting.” Marissa lifts her eyebrows and stares at me. “Don’t do it, Quinn.”
“It’s nothing big.”
“But?”
“If I can get Dean and Archer together this weekend and they hang out like normal, then maybe my brother will stop acting like an idiot. I know Archer could really use his friend right now. Dean knows about Bobby and has been through this with Archer before.”
“I agree with your scheming for once.”
“It’s not scheming. I’m simply arranging for my boyfriend to hang out with my brother.” I take another sip of coffee and smile. “It’s foolproof. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”
8
Archer
I take my earbuds out and wipe sweat from my brow, having just finished stretching after a workout. There’s a gym not even a block away from my apartment, and though I work crazy hours I try to make it a point to get in some exercise a few times a week. Though I haven’t lately. Quinn’s been too much of a distraction, in a good way of course.
It’s early Tuesday morning, and I don’t think Quinn is awake yet. I’m not actually sure what time she gets up and heads out for work, and I don’t want to call or text and risk waking her up in case she’s still asleep. I stretch my arms out once more, knowing I’m going to be sore for going back into my workout routine hard instead of easing in after a few weeks away. I’ll probably stick with it this week and fall off the wagon again, but that’s more than fine with me if it means I get to be with Quinn.
Sam worked late last night and is still sleeping. I quietly move throughout the apartment and get something quick to eat and then take a shower. Quinn texted me while I was in the shower, asking if I was up yet. I text her back and she calls a few seconds later.
“You’re up early,” I say as soon as I answer.
“I’m going out for breakfast with Marissa. She’s a friend from work. You met her, actually. That day you came to the office with my bitchy secretary.”
“Oh yeah,” I say with a laugh. “Funny how that all worked out.”
“It really is,” she says and the sound of silverware clanking together floats through the phone. And then her cats meow, and I assume she’s feeding them before heading out. “When you think about it, it’s weird, actually. If you hadn’t gone out to lunch with someone from that convention, you wouldn’t have run into my secretaries. They wouldn’t have brought you back to the office party and I wouldn’t have seen you.”
And I wouldn’t have taken her out and she wouldn’t be pregnant. For years she’s been right in
front of me, in sight but out of reach. It took a crazy push from the universe to finally get us together. “Shit, that is weird to think about.”
“Rene is jealous we went out,” she tells me. “She doesn’t realize all the emails she sends are on the company server.”
“That’s kind of funny. You know I never intended on hooking up with her, right?”
“Yes, Archer,” she says with a laugh. “You told me. And I told you, don’t feel bad for the past. I’ve had boyfriends, you’ve had girlfriends. I might have even had a girlfriend or two. It’s nothing to—”
“What? You had a girlfriend.”
“Not in that sense.”
“Darn. But thanks, Quinn.” She’s the most understanding person on the planet, and I’m hit again with a sense of wonder of how lucky I am that she’s with me.
“Though if you did hook up with her, I’d totally judge you. Hard.”
“I’d judge me too.” I hear the beeping of her alarm system as she arms the house and closes the door behind her. “How’s your wrist?”
“It hurts,” she says honestly. “And I’m not able to wrap it as well as you did.”
“You can switch to a brace if that’s easier. The most important thing is to rest it as much as possible so it can heal.”
“I’m trying, though I never realized how much I used it until I couldn’t. I’m right-handed, but I sure do use my left hand a lot.”
“Playing with your sex toys, right?”
“It is my masturbating hand.”
“God, I miss you, Quinn.”
“You’re working this weekend, aren’t you?”
“I am.”