“If you’d like, sure.I’m game.”Archer chuckled.“But I was thinkin’ maybe we could grab dinner, get to know each other a little.”
Spencer nodded.“Tonight?”
“Tonight works.”
“Okay.”
“The diner good for you?”
Another nod from Spencer.
“All right then.Six o’clock?”
“I can do six.”
“Spencer?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you want me to kiss you again?Because if you don’t, you’re gonna need to let go of my shirt.”
Spencer tipped his head down, his hands falling to his sides.He took a step back as though surprised he’d been holding on, but then took a step forward and grabbed Archer, surprising him.Their lips crashed together, and this time, Archer didn’t hold back.He turned, pinning Spencer against the wall.He paused, pulling back enough to look at Spencer.
“I do somethin’ that you don’t like, you tell me.Cool?”
Spencer smiled.“I’m not fragile.”
“Good to know.”Archer kissed him again, pressing in close, enjoying the way Spencer leaned into him.He wasn’t a small man, but Archer definitely had some inches and pounds on him.
By the time he had the presence of mind to slow down, Archer was panting, his heart racing.He released Spencer as he took a step back, missing the warmth of his body instantly.
“I’m lookin’ forward to dinner,” Archer told him, walking backward toward the door.
“Me, too.”
Archer smiled, memorizing that handsome face for a little longer before he turned and walked out of the small office.
He was still smiling when he strolled into the apartment to find Simon standing near the windows overlooking Walker Park.
As soon as he heard him, Simon turned.“Where’d you go?”
“I had a chat with Spencer.”
Simon frowned.“I thought Violet said he was with clients.”
“Yeah, well.He wasn’t.”
“Okay, then.”
“So, what do you want me to get done here?”Archer asked, glancing around.
Simon gestured toward the bedroom, which was being used as a writing and research space.“I’d like to walk them through the details Holt acquired.”
“Man, you should see the equipment they’ve got in that barn,” Archer told him as they headed for the bedroom.“It’s state of the art.And from what I can tell, mostly digital.”
“Holt’s old school.”
Yes, it would appear he was.There were pictures and newspaper articles wallpapering the room.All of them printed somewhere, using paper, killing trees.Archer didn’t mention that because Simon already knew how he felt about that shit.
