“What have you been up to since the season ended?” I ask, kicking one foot up onto the coffee table. “Not much. Sleeping in, working out, helping Sabrina at the dance studio.” At the mention of his fiancée, Archer’s expression goes soft. Helping at a dance studio for kids doesn’t sound like the most exciting way to spend his months away from the rigorous schedule of professional football, but if it makes him happy, I guess that’s all that matters. “Speaking of Sabrina.” He gives me a sideways glance that makes me want to squirm in my seat.
