"The long straw," Archer said. "I've always wanted to be a delivery driver."
"You're not doing the driving," I pointed out, hurrying back to the driver's seat and sliding inside before he got any ideas.
Unlike Boner, he didn't argue. He climbed into the passenger side and closed the door.
"Delivery, passenger. Whatever," he said. "I've put a few of them into my scripts, but I've never actually been one."
"I'm surprised you never went on a ride along," I said dryly.
Was that even a thing in the delivery person world? Most people didn't turn down an offer of help when it came to carrying parcels up and down stairs and in and out of elevators right? Archer could have gotten as much hands-on experience as he wanted.
"Maybe I was waiting for this," he said, his expression deadpan.
"I'm flattered," I said sarcastically.
Honestly, I liked Archer. He was a good guy, smart, and he took care of our woman when I wasn't around to do it. The fact he and my brother got along so well was an added bonus. He seemed to like Boner, but no one was perfect.
"You've got the address?" Archer asked.
I nodded and fed it into the GPS. "We only have a couple of minutes’ drive, depending on the traffic."
Archer looked out at the busy street. He didn't need to speak for me to know what he was thinking. It was going to take more than a few minutes to make it a few blocks.
I loved this city, but the traffic was a pain in the ass.
I started the engine and waited for a break in the traffic so I could pull out onto the road.
And waited.
And waited.
"Come on, assholes, someone give me an in," I growled in frustration.
Finally, I got half a break, which was all I needed to peel the van away from the curb and onto the road.
The driver behind me honked his horn.
I put my hand out the window and flipped him off. What did he expect? That I was going to stay by the side of the road for the rest of the day? Nah, fuck that.
A few feet later we stopped at the traffic light.
For the next half a mile we stopped and started.
I almost ran over a man who was occupied with his phone while crossing the street. If I was going any faster, I would have taken him out. The car behind me would have run into me, causing all sorts of shit.
"Fucking idiot," I muttered.
"Stress isn't good for your blood pressure," Archer said.
"Tell that to the other human beings in this city." I gesture toward the windshield, indicating the place as a whole, and every person in it.
I waited until the pedestrian was safely on the sidewalk before continuing to drive.
"It's like they got up this morning determined to piss me off."
"Unlikely," he said, glancing out the back window.
"Unlikely but not impossible," I said. "Sometimes I think people live to be difficult. Especially in this place."
