Page 71 of Unbreak Me

Archer was stunned—but in a good way. He congratulated me, his enthusiasm genuine. Then, as I mentioned the name of the matchmaking agency, something clicked for him. He told me that his best friend had recently gotten into trouble with the lawand was being considered for the Second Chance program to avoid jail time, with Fate’s Choice mediating the process.

"Well," I said, "your friend might be in luck. They’ve got Storm Nolan on their roster, and that guy can apparently conjure up True Mates out of thin air."

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At this, Archer burst out laughing. "Storm Nolan?" he interrupted. "You’re kidding. I went to college with his brother. My best friend is actually Storm’s cousin!"

Small world, I thought. I assured Archer that if Storm was involved, his friend would likely be fine. Nolan seemed like the type to bend over backward to ensure a happy ending—with the use of his mysterious skills, of course.

After a few more minutes of exchanging gossip and catching up, I steered the conversation to why I’d called. I explained Day’s story to Archer, keeping the more harrowing details to myself, and mentioned the pattern of PAs fleeing from Ferguson’s employ.

"There’s got to be something there," I said. "If you could… you know, do your thing and take a careful look, maybe we could dig up even more dirt on him?"

Archer’s interest was piqued. He promised to see what he could find, though he warned me not to expect miracles right away.

"These things take time," he admitted, "but I’ll let you know if I find anything."

When I hung up, I felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, I knew Archer was the best person for the job.

At least I wasn’t leaving any stone unturned—knowing we were exploring every possible angle to make Ferguson’s life hell was oddly satisfying.

As I finished watering the vegetables, my impatience to see Day grew, and I still had to mow the lawn. As I did it, my focus narrowed entirely on my husband—his face, his smile, his presence. Everything else faded away.

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When I finished all my daily duties, I practically rushed into the house and jumped into the shower.

After emerging from the bathroom, I glanced around, but Day was nowhere to be found; only dinner was on the table. I devoured it in a few big bites, my excitement steadily rising. Then I brushed my teeth and headed upstairs to his room.

The door was wide open, and I stopped in the doorway, just taking him in.

Day was lying in the middle of a large nest, completely naked, and our eyes met. I swallowed hard.

I knew this was The Moment. We were about to become one. I slowly approached the bed, feeling my excitement build. Our eyes were still locked, and Day’s pupils were dilated.

"Have you been waiting for me?" I asked in a low voice.

"I have."

"And… I've been waiting for you too, my whole life."

I moved in closer and slowly climbed onto the mattress, careful not to disturb his nest, which was meticulously woven and very impressive. He must’ve spent quite a lot of time working on it.

A clear idea of how I wanted this to go had already formed in my head—after all, I’d had the whole day to plan it.

I started by leaning in and gently kissing his forehead, then the tip of his nose, his cheeks, but I skipped his lips. Then, I continued my journey, moving my lips down to his jaw, chin, neck, collarbone, shoulders, and then I covered his swollen nipples with soft, gentle kisses. The sounds he made were simply divine, sweet and inviting—very telling in AO mating language—encouraging, even demanding our merging.

My kisses were light, almost feather-like, and I kept moving them lower and lower down his stomach, leaving a few on his shaft and balls, then I shifted down to his thighs, knees, calves, and his small, bony feet—I kissed those too. Day looked at me the whole time, and his breathing was rapid.

"I desire you," I said simply.

Then, he slowly but very sensually spread his legs, inserting two fingers into his hole. "I'm giving this to you."

My eyebrows shot up. "Wow, I didn't take you for a dirty talker," I muttered.

But right away, my gaze fixed on that spot with great intensity.

"A closer inspection is needed…" I murmured as I slid down and leaned in to lick him there.

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