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“Listen.” Caleb whispered in his ear. “Those guys frommaintenance are back, and I think it’s time we took the smug bastards down.”

Archer didn’t see Mateo the rest of the night, but he thought about him, the scent of forest and sunshine lingering in his nostrils.

8No One Wants to Be the Stormtrooper

Archer woke up Tuesday and found his phone lit up with seventeen messages. He had lost it in the couch cushions at some point the night before, then was too drunk to bother with it once he found it again.

“Shit,” he mumbled when he saw they were all from Lynn. That many messages had to mean the bar-in-the-alley proposal either went really well, or really, really bad. He began scrolling.

It’s raining. Fuck.

Never mind, it stopped raining.

Okay, I’m doing this.

We’re here, and there is a huge line.

Fuck, I heard someone say “y’all.”

The tourists have found it.

Do we bail?

Okay, the line is going fast. We’ll be

in soon. I should at least see what it

looks like, right?

Sasha just asked me who I keep

texting. I said you were having a

cute boy crisis.

Is it bad that I’m lying to Sasha

on the night I want to propose to

her?

We’re in. Okay, the lights are

gorgeous but it smells like

vanilla-scented piss and garbage,

Archer.

I think they tried to use vanilla

air-fresheners.

I don’t think I can do it.

Sasha looks so hot,

though.

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