Archer

I’ve always been well-organized and clean, maybe even to the point of mild OCD. So living with four other people for the last few weeks has been an interesting experiment and a definite test of my patience. The differences between me and my cabin-mates is more apparent than ever right now as we try to track down our belongings in the madness and chaos of the small dwelling.

I’m folding a handful of Ridge’s shirts into a bag when Trystan strides into the living room, looking frustrated.

“Where’s my shirt?” he demands.

I pause in my folding and exchange irritated glances with Ridge, who’s on the other side of...