I sat on the bed, organizing Paige's belongings, when Archer entered, dressed in his pajamas.

I looked up at the sound.

The warm orange glow from the bedroom lamp softened Archer’s otherwise sharp features, making him appear gentler.

For a moment, I was dazed, thinking back to the eighteen-year-old Archer.

I have to admit, Archer was always blessed with a striking face.

Years of experience in business had only enhanced his allure.

No wonder Ruby was drawn to him.

I wasn't sure how much affection Archer still had for me.

But I knew that after so many years together, we had become an intrinsic part of each other.

Tearing that...