Accidentally on Purpose (Heartbreaker Bay #3)(83)

“No, you didn’t,” Archer said. He squeezed his dad’s hand. “I wouldn’t have responded to gentle and kind and you know it. I was a serious punk-ass, Dad.”

“Yeah.” A small smile. “You were. You were also smart, sharp, and intensely serious. You had to be. I never let you be a kid. I didn’t listen.” He leaned in, his eyes serious. Intent. “But I’m listening now, Archer. I want more than this, just seeing each other at holidays or when we’re shot.”

“Yeah, let’s definitely stop meeting when we’re shot.” Archer closed his eyes.

“So you’ll consider it?”

“What?”

“Being my son again.”

Again that tight sensation in his chest made it hard to breathe. He opened his eyes and met his dad’s gaze. “I never stopped.”

His dad reached out and hugged him then, slapping him, thankfully on his good shoulder, as he did.

“Don’t squeeze,” Archer gasped.

“Shit. Right. Sorry.” His dad pulled back, swiped an arm over his wet eyes. “Goddamn, there’s something in my eye.”

“Or you’re crying.”

“Shut up.”

Archer managed a smile but it faded at the look on his dad’s face. “What now?”

“That woman you kicked out of here. Elle. She hasn’t left your side once since you were brought in here, until now. She hasn’t slept, and from what I understand your friends had to pressure her to even eat and she barely did that. She clearly loves you very much. You’re going to owe her an apology. Loving you ain’t gonna be easy, trust me.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe you could get her to come back in here. But you have to ask, with a please. She likes the please.”

“I’ll send her back in if you want.”

A few minutes later, Spence came back into the room. Alone.

“Where’s Elle?”

“Gone,” Spence said.

“Gone where?”

Spence didn’t answer and Archer took his first good look at his best friend. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair standing up like he’d used his fingers as a comb, and he had black circles of exhaustion beneath his eyes. “You look like you should be lying in one of these beds.”

“You sure you want to insult me?” Spence asked. “Because I’m the only thing protecting you from the girls, who want to know what the hell you’ve done to Elle. And on that subject, you’re an idiot, by the way.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You told her you loved her at the scene, you know that? The bullet nicked an artery and you went downhill fast. We thought you were going to bleed out and you told her you loved her. Like you were saying goodbye. And then you wake up and tell her you don’t want her here.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Actually,” Spence said, “now that I think about it, you’re not just an idiot, you’re an asshole. An idiot asshole.”

Archer tried like hell to remember telling Elle he loved her but he couldn’t. Still, he knew one thing. “I meant it.”

“So did I.” Spence pointed at him. “Idiot asshole.”

“No, I meant I love her. Shit—give me a phone.”

He must have looked even worse than he felt because Spence actually hit Elle’s number before handing Archer his phone.

He went straight to her voice mail. Fuck. He struggled to sit up and gasped at the pain, vision going all cobwebby. “You need to get me out of here.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you’re ready,” Spence said. Captain Obvious.

He definitely wasn’t ready but Elle was out there somewhere, doubting him. Again. And it was all his own fault. “I’ll sign out AMA.”

“Against medical advice is a dumbass move,” Spence said.

“Okay, Plan B. You go get her for me. Bring her back here.”

“Not against her will,” Spence said. “I value my life more than that. Did I mention that you’re an idiot asshole?”

“Yeah. And thanks, that’s super helpful.” Archer’s eyes drifted closed again. The lids were just too heavy. He felt like shit. He could handle the pain and the drug hangover. What he couldn’t handle was Elle out there thinking . . . he didn’t even know. He was stupid in love with her and that scared him but what scared him even more was living without her. “Go get her.”

Spence just looked at him and Archer narrowed his gaze the best he could while high as a damn kite. “Where is she, Spence?”

“Hard to say. And we both know that if she wants to lie low, she’s got the skills.”

“Did she ask you for time off?”

Again Spence just looked at him.

“Christ. She did.”

“Look,” Spence said on a grimace. “I’m between a rock and a hard spot here, okay? You’re both my best friends and—”

“Yes or no—she asked you for time off, Spence.”

Spence blew out a sigh. “Yes.”

Shit. He was definitely too late.





Chapter 26