Accidentally on Purpose Read online

  “Yeah?”

  “If I admit I’m not okay, just this once, you’ve got me, right?”

  “Yeah, babe. I’ve got you.” He tugged her into him and she snuggled close, closing her eyes as his arms closed around her.

  “What is it with us?” she murmured.

  He laughed softly.

  “How is that a funny question?”

  “Because I try very hard to always know what I’m doing,” he said. “But I’m winging it here, Elle. I have no idea what we’re doing but one thing I’m sure as hell not doing is walking away from you. Not ever again.”

  She waited for her heart to hit her toes but it didn’t happen. There was no panic. No anxiety. In fact, she felt . . . warm. Safe.

  Secure. “This is just another of those temporary breaks from you staying the hell away from me,” she said. “Don’t forget.”

  “I wouldn’t think of it.”

  Archer loved waking up with Elle in his arms. It was the second night that he’d held her close with an intimacy born of something far deeper than physical wanting and he thought he wouldn’t mind sharing his space with her every single day of his life.

  All he had to do was convince her of that, but he was working on it, one brick of the wall around her heart at a time.

  The morning was a serious eye opener in other ways too. Turned out that sharing a bathroom with two females was an experience.

  Or rather, not sharing.

  They spent forty-five minutes in there. Each. By the time they finally cleared it for him, he was late to his own office meeting for the first time in his life.

  When he walked in, the only one who dared say anything was Joe, who had refused to stay home any longer and was on light office duty. “Got the time, boss?” he asked with a smirk.

  “You got something to say?” Archer asked him.

  “Nothing you’d want me to say.”

  “How about ‘I’d love to stay on light duty for another few weeks’?” Archer asked mildly. “Would you like to say that?”

  Joe swore beneath his breath. They all hated light duty.

  Max snickered.

  Joe reached out and shoved Max into the wall.

  Carl jumped up and started barking, excited that there was going to be roughhousing. Carl loved roughhousing.

  Max put Joe into a headlock.

  Carl completely lost his shit and jumped on both of them, trying to get in on the action.

  “Hey,” Mollie yelled from down the hall. “We just replaced that wall from the last time you two got playful. Knock it off!”

  Archer turned to Trev. “What did you get off the phone?”

  “It was a burner, but we’re still working on it.”

  “Work faster.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The rest of the meeting was finished without further damage to any property.

  Even though Mollie was back, Morgan stuck around to help her catch up, which was probably an impossible feat. At the end of the day, she offered to stay late with Mollie, and since Max and Carl were staying late as well, Archer let it happen, assigning Max to bring Morgan to Archer’s place when she was done for the night.

  This left just the other troublesome female in his life. He went down the hallway and gathered Elle to go home.

  “I need to stop by my apartment,” she said.

  “For what?”

  “Stuff.”

  He thought of the huge duffle bag she already had at his place but decided that pressing further would be a hazard to his health. At her apartment, he walked her in.

  “Most likely, the only thing I’m in danger from is you,” she noted, but she humored him, letting him prowl through the rooms, flicking on lights and taking a look around while she stood at the front door, waiting.

  When they got to his place, he did a wash and repeat of the safety check.

  “You chase away all the scary things that go bump in the night then?” she asked from the foyer when he was finished.

  “All but one.” He stepped into her, gratified to notice the hitch in her breath.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  He figured it was self-explanatory when he backed her to the wall.

  She allowed it, that small wry smile still in place. “You think you’re scary, Archer?”

  Christ, he loved when she said his name. She could convey an entire volume of things in the one word. Irritation, amusement, temper, frustration . . . and then there was his favorite—arousal. Right now it was good humor as she allowed him to press up against her and kiss her, and then keep on kissing her until they were definitely no longer amused but something else entirely, something that called to the very heart of him. “Elle?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Are we in one of those time-outs from you being mad at me?”

  Slowly Elle lifted her head and met his gaze. “No.” She paused, killing him. “But as you’ve mentioned before, we do some of our best work when I’m mad at you.”

  With heat and need and something much stronger barreling through his veins, he lifted her up against him and then turned to head to his bedroom.

  Her arms came around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair to fist it, and she nibbled on his lower lip.

  Still walking, palming her sweet ass, he let his fingers dip and play, making her gasp. He swallowed the sound with his mouth and then pulled back a fraction to meet her hot gaze. “Elle—”

  The knock at the front door was loud and important. “Hey,” Morgan said through the door. “Max is here with me and he’s in a hurry to get home to his girlfriend, Rory. You two doing it or are you going to let me in?”

  “I blame you for her,” Elle said to Archer, who reluctantly let her go. Elle vanished into his bathroom and into his shower, leaving him to let Morgan in.

  “So?” Morgan asked Elle when she came out of the shower. “Were you two going hog wild?”

  “No!” Elle said.

  And to Archer’s eternal frustration, they didn’t go hog wild at all because Elle stubbornly took the couch for the night.

  Elle spent the next afternoon with a set of new tenants who were moving into the empty space on the ground floor between the coffee shop and Reclaimed Wood. They were going to put in a bakery, and Elle, fond of any baking that she didn’t have to do on her own, thought it would be a great addition to the building.

  By the time she was finished with them, she needed a caffeine hit so she made her way up to Spence’s penthouse apartment, where he kept some of the good stuff for her. She found him in his huge, sprawling living room working on . . . something. There were parts and pieces everywhere, of what she had no idea. Spence could take anything apart and put it back together. He could also build whatever he could imagine.

  “What are you working on?” she asked.

  The only word she understood of his answer was prototype.

  “Trudy’s going to be pissed at the mess,” she said.

  He was head deep in whatever that thing was on his coffee table, which looked like it could fly to Mars and back. “I asked her not to come clean this week,” he said distractedly.

  “You trying to break her heart? She loves to clean for you.”

  “Yeah, but yesterday she came in without knocking and—”

  “Caught you getting laid?” Elle asked hopefully.

  Spence snorted. “I wish, but no. I was flying a drone and it nearly hit her in the face. She left here screaming about the zombie apocalypse arriving early.”

  Elle went into his kitchen and pulled out the tin of tea he’d ordered for her from England. “I think I’m all screwed up over Archer,” she said, bringing him a cup. “Emotionally.”

  He sniffed at the tea suspiciously, like she was trying to poison him. “Why am I always the one to get roped into conversations about people’s feelings?”

  “Because you’re so sweet and sensitive?” she asked dryly.

  “Exactly, I’m none of those things so why do you a