“Or you need to give him the benefit of the doubt and talk to him. Let him explain. You know what they say about assumptions.”
Violet shifted, looking directly at him. “Tell me about Archer. What happened on Saturday night?”
Spencer turned his attention to the television. While he understood she didn’t want to talk about Simon, he really, really,reallydidn’t want to talk about Archer.
“What happened?” she repeated.
“I told you. Nothin’.”
“You spent the night in his bed. I find it hard to believe nothin’ happened.” She elbowed him in the chest. “And I’m not talkin’ about sex.”
“Well,thatdefinitely didn’t happen.”
“But you wanted it to.”
Spencer shrugged, although she wasn’t asking. He’d already spilled his guts to both Violet and Elana. He’d had no choice.Ever since that near kiss with Archer, he’d felt like he was one pinprick away from an explosion.
“I wanna just sit right here until they leave,” Violet murmured.
“I think Harry and Hermione might feel a bit slighted if you don’t go home.”
“True.” She curled up against him. “Why did I think I could break that stupid curse? I know better.”
“I’m gonna tell you somethin’ you don’t wanna hear.”
Violet shook her head. “You should keep it to yourself.”
“As easy as it is to blame our decisions on something out of our control, you and I both know we’re responsible for our own actions. Your mother didn’t poison her family tree because she chose the bad boy over the good one.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
“Next, you’re gonna tell me curses aren’t real.”
Spencer chuckled. “I wouldn’t dare. However, I can tell you that your mother made the decisions that landed her where she is today. The same goes for your sisters. They chose the path they went on. And you have to choose yours.”
“I know. And I did. Look where it got me. I’m athat.”
Spencer laughed. “I’ve got a feelin’ you came in on the other side of that conversation.”
“You’re wrong.”
“The only time I’ve been wrong is when I’ve thought I was wrong.”
Violet elbowed him again.
“Oomph. Keep it up, and I’ll call Archer and tell him where you are so he can tell Simon.”
“You just wanna give him your address.”
She wasn’t wrong about that. Archer Halligan was leaving town at the end of the week, so his opportunity to get his hands on that ginormous hunk of man was quickly diminishing.
“Just a little while longer,” Violet said in that annoyingly sweet voice.
“Another hour. Then you have to put on your big girl panties and talk to Simon.”
“Only if you put yours on and talk to Archer.”
