Archer's Voice (A Sign of Love Novel)(74)
Melanie reached her hand out to him. "I'm Melanie. We've never properly met."
He took her hand and smiled just a little warily at her.
"Archer," I said, "that's Liza, Melanie's sister." Liza leaned forward and reached across Melanie to shake Archer's hand as well.
He nodded and then looked back at me. "Can you give me just a minute? I need to take care of a few customers and I'll be right back."
I handed him a menu, and he nodded as I went to deliver the food that had just come up at the window and refill a few drinks. When I got back, Liza and Melanie's food was up and so I grabbed it and set their burgers down in front of them, and then turned to Archer. Hungry? I signed.
No. I'm saving my appetite for dinner with a special girl, he grinned. Just… he looked around behind me at the soda machines.
Chocolate milk with a twisty straw? I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled silently. Coffee, he said, winking at me.
"God, that's sexy," Melanie said. "It's like you two are talking dirty right out in the open."
Archer smiled over at her and I laughed. I shook my head. "Maybe you two should learn sign so you can join us." I grinned.
Liza and Melanie laughed. I turned around and grabbed the coffee pot and poured Archer a cup, and then watched as he poured creamer in it.
Maggie came up next to me and put her hand out to Archer. "Hi there," she smiled, glancing over at me quickly, "I'm Maggie. Thanks for coming in."
Archer smiled shyly at her and shook her hand, signing to me, Please tell her I said it's nice to meet her.
I did and she smiled. "I met you many years ago, honey. Your mama used to bring you in here when you were a little thing." She looked off in the distance as if she was recalling. "That mama of yours was just the sweetest, prettiest thing. And oh, did she love you." She sighed, coming back to the present and smiling. "Well, anyway, I'm so glad you're here."
Archer listened to her, a small smile on his face, seeming to drink in her words. He nodded and Maggie went on, looking at me. "So, Archer, this girl here has worked a lot of overtime recently. I think she's earned an early day. Think you can come up with something to do with her?"
"Geez, Maggie, that sounds dirty." Liza snorted.
Archer tried not to smile and looked away, picking up his coffee cup as Maggie put her hands on her hips and glared at Liza as we laughed.
"It's your dirty mind that makes that sound dirty," she said, but there was a twinkle in her eye.
Archer looked at me. Think we can come up with something dirty to do this afternoon? he asked, grinning at me. I laughed and then bit my lip to stop myself.
"See!" Melanie said. "I knew you two were talking dirty. I’m totally learning sign language."
I grinned. "He just asked me if I'd like to go on a nice picnic," I said, deadpan.
"Right!" Liza said, laughing. "A naked picnic!"
I laughed and Maggie snorted, causing Archer to grin bigger. "You people aren't right. Now get outta here, you," Maggie said, nudging me.
"Okay, okay, but what about my sidework and the salads–"
"I got it," she said. "You can make the salads in the morning."
I looked at Archer. "Well, okay then! Let's go!"
He started taking some money out of his pocket for the coffee, but Maggie stopped him by putting her hand on his arm. "It's on the house," she said.
Archer paused, looking at me and then nodded okay.
"Okay," she said, smiling.
I came from around the counter, and we said goodbye to Melanie, Liza and Maggie, and then walked out the front door together.
When we got outside, I looked across the street and saw a familiar figure. Victoria Hale was just coming out of a store with an older woman with dark hair. I saw the moment she saw me and Archer–the temperature on that street seemed to drop about fifty degrees, and a chill moved through me. I wrapped my arms around Archer's waist and he smiled down at me, pulled me to him and kissed the side of my head, and as quickly as that, Victoria Hale ceased to exist.
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Later that evening, Archer built a bonfire down on the lakeshore and we sat on old Adirondack chairs that he told me his uncle had built years ago. We brought a bottle of red wine and blankets with us as the weather was getting colder, especially in the evenings. Archer had a small glass of wine and I had a larger one and he nursed his like it was strong liquor. So many things that I took for granted were so new to him.
We sat in silence for a little bit, sipping the wine and just watching the fire blaze and jump. I felt happy and content, the wine moving through my blood. I leaned my head on the back of the wooden chair and looked over at his handsome profile, all alight in the glow of the fire. For a second he looked like a God, maybe of the Sun, all golden and beautiful, his own magnificence outdoing that of the dancing flames. I laughed slightly to myself–feeling drunk from half a glass of Merlot. Drunk on him, on this night, on fate, on bravery, on life. I stood up, the blanket on my lap falling to the chair, and I sat my wine down on the sand. I walked to him and sat on his lap and when he smiled, I took his face in my hands and simply gazed at him for a second before I brought my lips down on his, tasting red wine and Archer, a delicious ambrosia that made me moan and tilt my head so that he would take over the kiss and give me more of himself. He did, leaning into me and teasing my tongue with his as I adjusted myself on his lap and sighed into his mouth. He responded to my sigh, his tongue plunging slowly into my mouth, mimicking the sex act, and making my core pulse to life, almost instantly slick and wet, ready for him to fill me and satiate the deep need that was making me ache and squirm on his lap.