“Yes to dinner.No to your place.”
Spencer frowned.
“You’re a temptation I’m havin’ a difficult time resisting.”
“Then don’t.”
“No sex on the second date.”
“The third?”
Archer smirked.“Doubtful, but not impossible.”
“Fourth?”
“You’ll have to wait and find out.”
“Not sure I can.”
“You can.And you will.”Archer kissed him again before releasing his wrists.“I might be working late tonight, but I’ll call you when we’re finished.”
Spencer nodded, but there was disappointment shimmering in his eyes.
Archer leaned in, this time pressing his entire body against Spencer’s.“Would it help to know that I’ve jacked off five times a day since I met you?”
Spencer’s eyes widened.
Archer lowered his voice, letting his lips hover over Spencer’s.“And it’s still not enough.”
And it wouldn’t be, but Archer believed that Spencer was definitely worth waiting for.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Atticus had checked off every business onhis list, and he was no closer to identifying how someone could’ve moved a fifteen-hundred-pound bronze statue, much less who was responsible.
And somehow his search had led him here, to Batter & Bliss for his mid-morning pick-me-up.
“Let me guess?”Ramona said with a smile.“Red Bull and a donut.”
To be fair, he wanted neither, but he needed something to do while his thoughts tumbled around in his head.“Yes, ma’am.”
She lifted a small sack already prepared.“Grab your drink and I’ll ring you up.”
Atticus completed the transaction, said goodbye to Ramona, and headed out into the mid-morning sunshine.Rather than eat in his truck, he headed for one of the benches in Walker Park.Perhaps it would give him a better perspective if he viewed things from there.
How fucking hard could it be to figure this out?Surelyfindingthe person responsible was easier than actually moving the damn statue.
What Atticus didn’t understand was who the fuck wanted to move it?Sure, he understood a prank.But if taking it was a practical joke, wouldn’t they have simply relocated it somewhere else on school grounds?Like on the front steps or the football field.Why take it?And where did they take it to?Someone would notice if their neighbor suddenly acquired a giant statue in their yard, wouldn’t they?
“Atticus?”
Dragged out of his thoughts, he looked up to see Archer coming his way.
“Hey,” Atticus greeted, watching as Archer approached.
Archer nodded toward the paper sack.“Whatcha got there?”
Atticus lifted the small white sack in one hand and the open can of Red Bull in the other.“Energy.”
