“Hey, hey. Shh.” Archer’s hands are around my shoulders, and then I’m pulled to my feet and crushed into his body. I shake my head against his warm chest. I refuse to say a word. It’s fine. Get it together right fucking now, Wren. “Is it Stone? What did he do to make you storm out onto the ice like that? I can piss in his Cheerios tomorrow morning if you want me to.”
