Archer’s P.O.V.
Today had been a bat s**t crazy day to say the least. I had planned on taking Bec home with me and locking her up inside of our room. Instead, we were inside Daisy’s home, all sitting around the table, genuinely having a good time.
Who would have ever thought of this a couple of weeks ago?
Coffee had been replaced by whiskey and wine, and while the afternoon had started out quite seriously for all of us, I couldn’t help but look around the room and smile, feel happy and content. Alfred, Bec’s father, thank God I finally knew his real name by now, was sitting between Bec and Daisy. Both women smiled and laughed, as they spoke and told each other stories. Without a doubt, the alcohol had taken the edge off just a little bit, but Bec seemed fine, to know that her father had
