SIXTY-FIVE

Archer watched Clarissa from where she stood. For some reason, she looked shocked and slightly frightened by what she was going through. He didn’t have any idea how to make her feel better, but he could see that she was almost climbing the car in a panic.

“Are you ok?” Archer asked softly, not taking a step towards her, afraid that she might hurt herself in the process.

“Who are you?” She asked tentatively.

He rolled his eyes. “Who is the man that had been holding, and kissing you all along, and went fishing with you? Stop playing around, mate,” he said softly.

She ran towards him then and threw her hands around him. He could literally feel her heartbeat. It was over the roof. What could have happened in his absence? Oh, dear! Hopefully, nothing too horrible.

When they separated, he pulled her face into his arms. Her eyes were overly bright, and that made him frown. Had she been crying or something?

“Tell me, what happened when I was gone?” He asked softly.

She shrugged. “Nothing much