Page 73 of Total Shutdown

Sawyer reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key to the handcuffs. “Let’s get you down.”

“Sawyer …” My eyes flare wide when, over his shoulder, I watch the door handle depress. “Sawyer,” I pant, still breathless and recovering. “Someone’s?—”

“OH JESUS, FUCK!” Archer announces, his head craned around the door, eyes practically falling from their sockets.

Sawyer groans into my stomach, pulling me further into his body and throwing an arm across my breasts. “For the love of God, Archer. Get out and wipe your memory clean!”

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

SAWYER

Collins

You know when I told you I was into kink, exhibitionism wasn’t on that list. The look on Archer’s face will be burned into my memory until the day my body is turned to ash.

Me

I know, Baby Girl. Mine too.

Collins

You didn’t even see his face; you had your head buried in my stomach.

Me

Imagining it is traumatic enough.

Collins

I don’t think I’m ever going to recover. I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again.

Me

Try a seven-day away series with him.

Collins

Please tell me he hasn’t told the others what he walked in on!

Me

No, but he has been insufferable.

I peer across the hotel bedroom and at Archer as he takes his usual afternoon nap before a game. With his arms braced behind his head, he even looks cocky in his sleep.

Me

Although insufferable is his usual setting.

Collins

Of all the people to catch us, I do think Archer was the best option.

Me

Why?

Collins