Mary Redferne
I thought Toby might be offended and stop attending these breakfasts, but strangely, he was weirdly fascinated by the Lancasters for some unknown reason.
As I catch sight of a shirtless Archer descending the stairs with a towel around his neck, memories from the past flood my mind, but I quickly shake them off. "No, Georgina," I silently scold myself.
I inhale deeply, unable to resist glancing over his muscular biceps, chiseled chest, and abs. Toby stands to greet Archer, who only gives a brief nod of acknowledgment. It's evident that Archer isn't the biggest fan of Toby, despite Toby's admiration for him.