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  “Yeah?”

  “Do friends sometimes sleep together?”

  He nudged her over so they were spooning, her back to his front. “When it’s you and me they do. Whatever you need, Elle. Always.”

  Her throat tightened because in spite of the fact that he drove her crazy, she knew he meant it.

  He pulled her in even tighter, warm and strong, and as those arms closed around her, she finally let go and slept like the dead.

  Chapter 19

  #GotMilk?

  Elle woke up still on the couch and wrapped around Archer like a pretzel. He was flat on his back, breathing slow and even and very deeply, assuring her he was still asleep.

  So she very slowly opened her eyes and stared at him. Or at the part of him she could see, which was his stubbly jaw since she’d pressed her face into his throat at some point in the night. She was in the crook of one of his arms, pressed up against his side, a leg thrown over his like she owned him, an arm across his chest, her hand in his armpit.

  That’s when she realized one of his arms was thrown out to the side of his body, the other had wrapped around her like Saran Wrap, his hand on her butt.

  At the thought, her body gave a slight hopeful quiver. She told it to shut up. Not that there was anything wrong with having her merry way with a man, but she’d already been there done that with him more than she should have, and now she knew it was a one-way street to Hurtsville, guaranteed.

  She pulled back very slightly to get a better look. He was no longer wearing a bandage over his knife wound, which was healing up nicely, but it still shocked her to see the red, puckered scar.

  Nothing about him was safe.

  Not that her life was all that much better, she had to admit.

  The warm palm cupping her butt felt . . . sexy and just slightly possessive. And Team Stay Strong took a slight hit because she liked it, way too much. She looked into his face. It was rare to be able to study him so up close and personal without him blinding her with the sheer force field of his personality, and she soaked up the opportunity. He looked so relaxed, even carefree. Not to mention sexy as all hell without an ounce of effort. Men really sucked in that regard. They had no idea how good they had it, while she on the other hand, required at least an hour of prep time before she could be seen in public. And with that in mind, she began to slowly inch away from the hot man who’d kept her dreams at bay for her, slaying her dragons all night long.

  But the second she moved, she felt the subtle change in his breathing that told her he was now awake.

  And sure enough, he opened his eyes. “You okay?”

  If she’d thought his middle-of-the-night voice had been dead sexy, it had nothing on his morning growl. “Yes, thanks to you.”

  Their gazes met for a beat and, as if they were connected by some unseen force, they leaned toward each other and—

  His cell phone buzzed from somewhere over her head.

  “Duty calls,” she whispered.

  He didn’t take his eyes off her as he reached past her for the phone. Saved by the bell . . . But then she took in his frown as he accessed a text.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “Your sister needs to see us.”

  Archer drove himself and Elle to his office and watched the two sisters interact with each other.

  Or rather, not react.

  They sat in the two chairs in his office right next to each other, but emotionally they might as well have been miles apart. He couldn’t read much in Morgan’s pouty silence but he read volumes in Elle.

  She was holding it together, but it was an effort. He met her gaze and maybe he was crazy but the emotion he read in hers warmed him, filled his soul, dismissing all the secret, buried-deep doubts he’d ever had about being enough for her.

  “I’ve got a couple problems,” Morgan said. “Two men have been going around to the places I’ve stayed over the years, asking where I am now. And there’s no good reason for that. I just wanted to ask you both, if you’re approached, to play dumb.”

  “Someone who?” Archer asked. “How and where?”

  “I don’t know.” She paused. “But it escalated last night. Someone must’ve followed me back to the house where I’m renting a room. Because after I went out this morning, apparently they questioned my landlady and scared her to death. They told her I was trouble and that it would spread to her if she wasn’t careful.”

  “Was she hurt?” Elle asked.

  “No.” A note of amusement came into Morgan’s voice. “She has her husband’s beloved golf clubs in the foyer. She pulled out the nine iron and waved it around like a baseball bat. When they didn’t take her seriously, she swung at one of them. Connected too, sending him flying into her shoe rack.” She pulled out a cell phone and placed it on Archer’s desk. “The guy lost this. Ran out without it.”

  Archer pulled out an evidence bag, nudged the phone into it with a pen, and called someone. Two seconds later, Trev strode into the office.

  Archer handed him the bag with the phone. “Need everything you can get off this.”

  Trev saluted him, winked at Elle, and walked out.

  “You can’t stay there anymore,” Elle said to Morgan. “You can’t risk letting your past get your landlady hurt.”

  “You think I don’t know that?” Morgan asked, eyes flashing. She nodded to the suitcase on the floor. “I already left.”

  “Neither of you can stay in your own apartments,” Archer said. “Elle’s place was broken into as well,” he informed Morgan.

  Morgan blinked, the flash of temper in her gaze gone now as she turned to Elle. “Were you hurt?” she whispered.

  “I wasn’t home.” Elle blew out a breath and softened her voice. “We both got lucky. But Morgan, that luck won’t last forever, not as long as you’re still standing with one foot in that door.”

  “I’m not.”

  Elle just looked at her.

  “I’m not,” she repeated and then sighed. “But for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I didn’t come here to bring you trouble. I thought it was all behind me.”

  “It’s never all behind you,” Elle said with a grim finality that had Archer taking a longer look at her. He could see volumes of regret and tempered pain in the depths of her eyes. He’d had no idea how much of the past she still held deep, how much she held herself accountable for.

  “New plan,” Archer said. “Until we’ve got this handled, you both stay with me.”

  “Demanding much?” Morgan asked.

  Elle’s mouth twitched. “He actually thinks he just asked nicely instead of telling us.”

  “Huh,” Morgan said. “Cute.”

  Elle actually smiled.

  “Glad to see you two bonding,” Archer said. “But let’s get this handled once and for all.”

  Elle turned to look at Morgan and he watched some silent sister communication going on. Then Morgan stood up. “I’ll give you two a moment,” she said and got to the door before turning back. “And really, I never meant to do this to you again. Either of you,” she said right to Elle, and then she was gone.

  Elle stood up to follow her but Archer beat her to the door and put a hand on it, holding it closed.

  She dropped her forehead to the wood.

  Letting out a breath, he pressed up against her back, stroked the hair away from the nape of her neck, and brushed his mouth across her sweet skin. “Don’t blame yourself,” he whispered. “This isn’t on you.”

  “Maybe not,” she murmured. “But I turned her away when she needed me. That makes me someone I don’t like very much right now.”

  Pulling her around to face him, he slid an arm around her waist, his other hand along her jaw and into her hair to hold her head for a soft kiss. “That’s okay, Elle. I like you enough for the both of us.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You like me because I tried to get naked with you.”

  “I do like that, a lot.” He let a smile free. “And maybe you’ve got your p