Page 110 of Comeback
Brogan glares playfully at him.
“What? She does. Get over it.” Archer wraps his arms around me from behind.
“I got this.” London steps forward and takes my hand, pulling me away from Archer. “Give us fifteen minutes.”
“But—” Brogan starts to protest.
“Fifteen,” she says in a voice that leaves no room for arguing. Then kisses the air in his direction. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” he grumbles. “But we’re going to be late.”
Despite his rumblings, when we pull up to the event parking lot thirty minutes later, there are tons of people still arriving and walking up to the stadium.
I crane my neck toward the entrance for any hint of what we’re doing. I’m the only one who doesn’t know, and my curiosity is making me antsy.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“The Lake City arena.” Brogan waves an arm toward the big building with a straight face. “It’s right there, little sister.”
“You know what I mean.”
He breaks into a soft chuckle. “You wanna tell her, Arch?” he asks, looking to the man at my side.
He nods, and when I give him my full attention, he stalls. I’m close to stomping my foot.
“It’s cute how frustrated you are but the only thing I can see is how fucking hot you look in that miniskirt.” He glances over my shoulder. “Thank you, London.”
“Any time.”
“I’m right fucking here,” Brogan says too quietly for Archer to hear him.
Because most of my clothes were dirty, London handed me a black leather miniskirt and a white tank top from her closet. I paired it with boots since I wasn’t sure if heels would be appropriate for wherever we were going. Looking around at the other people, I think I made the right call. I don’t see a pair of heels anywhere.
If you don’t tell me right now, you won’t touch what’s under this miniskirt for a week,I sign.
His head falls back and he laughs loudly toward the sky.
“What’d she say?” Brogan asks.
Archer ignores him and signs back,You don’t mean that.
Fuck around and find out, Holland.
Humor still dances across his face, but I can tell my threat is about to get me what I want. Also, there’s no way I could hold out for an entire week.
“It’s a concert.”
For whatever reason that option hadn’t occurred to me.
“Who’s playing?”
“Five different bands.”
“Five different hard rock bands,” London clarifies. “No one you’ve heard of.”
“She’s heard them. She just doesn’t know it,” Archer says. He looks to me. “Disappointed?”
“Are you kidding? I haven’t been to a concert in forever.”
