“He had alook.”
Archer furrows his brows, then walks around the car and slides into the driver’s seat. “Well, he came in for a session last week. Firstandlast.”
“What happened?”
Archer drives us home, and the realization that I haven’t eaten hits me.
“Nothing.”
“Archer,” I slur, fighting to keep my eyes open. “Tell me.”
“He made an offhanded comment, and when we were training, I swung a little too hard.”
I gasp at the realization. “You gave him that black eye!”
I hadn’t noticed until he gave us our second round. Lexie asked about it, and he shrugged with a smug grin.
“Trust me, it was well-deserved.”
“What’d he say?” I demand. “Don’t lie to me either.”
He flashes me a look that says he doesn’t want to tell me, then inhales sharply as his shoulders slump. “He made a sexual comment about Gemma.”
My jaw drops. “No way! How stupid are you to do that about the owner’s wife?”
“Exactly. I told him as much too. He kept going, and when he mentioned her ass, I lost it. Whipped off my gloves and punched him in the face.”
Archer parks in the driveway and turns off the car. “Tyler freaked out, but once I told him why, he understood, then banned Damien from the gym.”
“Good. Geez. But wait, how come you didn’t tell me about that?”
“Tyler didn’t want Gemma to know and asked me not to tell you because he knows you’d slip.”
“That little shit!” I scowl.
Archer chuckles, gets out, and meets me at my door.
“Well, is he wrong?” he asks, holding out his hand.
“Shush.” I take it, and he helps me stand. “I probably would’ve in alook how hot you are after having a babykind of statement.”
“I’m surprised Damien didn’t tell you.”
“Me too,” I say honestly.
Archer leads us inside the house, and I find Sassy passed out on the couch. There’s an empty bowl on the coffee table, and I smile at the thought of Archer and Sassy sharing popcorn.
“Probably didn’t want you to do the same to the other eye.” I snort.
“If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t talk about another man’s woman again.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest. “Especially my woman.”
I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. “Oh yeah?”
He smacks my ass, then lifts me until my legs circle his waist.
“Yep. Hope you’re sober enough to feel what I’m about to do to you.”
My eyes widen in shock. He normally denies me when I’ve had too much to drink because I can get a little mouthy and wild. But as soon as he strips me out of my clothes and gives me my first orgasm of the night, I’m not complaining one bit.