End Game
“I’m going to ask you a question at the end, and what you say will determine that.”
I cock an eyebrow. “You’re confusing me just a bit, Dr. Jones.”
“Sorry,” he says with a laugh. “I’m not a good storyteller, but I want you to hear this.”
“Okay. Can I pee first? I’m ruining the mood, but I’m pregnant. I pee a lot.”
“It’s only going to get worse.”
“Yay.” I roll my eyes, kiss him, and hurry into the house to use the bathroom. When I go back outside, Archer is sitting by the pool. His shoes are off, and he’s rolling up his pants.