“We need a plan for tomorrow,” Atticus said.
Archer glanced over, noticed his head was tipped back, eyes closed, his beer in hand, resting on his stomach.
“I agree.But I think we should tackle that in the morning.”
“Good idea.”Atticus made no move to get up.
Archer grinned.“Come on.Let’s get some sleep.It’s been a long coupla days.”
As he spoke, he forced himself up, unable to take his eyes off Atticus.When the man shifted, eyes opening, Archer found himself staring into those interesting green eyes.He forced his gaze away, shaking off the strange feeling.
“See ya in the mornin’,” he said abruptly before heading to his room.
“Set your alarm for six,” Atticus muttered.“Let’s try for an early start.”
“Will do,” he called back before closing the door behind him.
He leaned against the door, frowning.What the hell was wrong with him?He was not attracted to his partner.Not even a little.
Big ol’ liar.
Fine.He found Atticus attractive.But that didn’t mean he wasattracted tohim.Just that he was pleasant to look at.Plus, he enjoyed talking to the guy.
Shaking his head, he forced himself away from the door.Setting his beer on the dresser, he made his way to the bed, pulling his phone from his pocket.He checked his text messages, hoping he’d gotten one from Spencer in the past hour.He hadn’t.He knew that as sure as he knew his own name.
Propping himself up on a pillow, Archer stared at his phone.He contemplated sending Spencer a message, then decided against it.He was not looking to play games at this point in his life.He wanted something real, something fulfilling, and while he’d hoped he might find that with Spencer, he knew better.They’d known each other such a short time, and Spencer had been playing games with him since the beginning.The writing was on the wall; he would do well to heed it.
Placing his phone on the nightstand, Archer stared at the door that separated him from Atticus.He wondered what the man was doing.Was he passed out on the couch?Too tired to get up?
Or was he in his room, talking to Slade?
And why the hell did he care?
“I don’t,” Archer muttered aloud.“I.Don’t.”
Maybe if he said it enough, he would believe it.
Or maybe he just needed some sleep because exhaustion had his mind going places it shouldn’t.
