Archer let Caleb pull him to a seated position but retrieved his hand from Caleb’s grasp. “I’m so confused as to how that’s different from what we’ve been doing all the other nights.”

“Come on! We have to tone it down once the guests are here. It’s our last chance to go crazy.”

Archer sighed and scrubbed his face.

“You can sleep in plenty this summer,” Caleb continued when he saw the chink in the armor. “Once the shows are running and Stewart leaves, you can sleep in every morning.”

“Wait, Stewart is leaving?”

“Yeah, you know, like in an actual Broadway show. The director gets the show going then takes off to do other things.”

“Like … drink tea and pet their dog?”

Caleb laughed. “Exactly. He’ll show up a couple more times for a check-in, but mostly we’ll be on our own. Anyway”—he grabbed Archer’s hand again—“it’s the last night. Let’s go, sexy.”

Well, then. Caleb’s hand was warm. Archer stood. It was the last night, after all.

It was close to midnight when they were stretched out on the dock with a few of the other dancers, legs dangling over the side, panting after the exertion and skin tingling from the cool water. Archer studied Caleb, his features aglow and more beautiful than ever in the lantern light. The water beaded on his smooth skin, running down the groove between his abs until it collected in the fuzzy pineapple-yellow beach towel that was slung low around his hip bones. And below those hip bones … Archer had a peek as they threw themselves off the dock into the dark water, and that part of Caleb was, well … it was rather beautiful, too.

As if he knew what he was thinking, Caleb whipped his head around and threw him a devilish grin. “Aren’t you glad you came along?”

“Yeah.” Archer brushed a hand over the goose bumps on Caleb’s arm. “You were right.”

“I usually am, Archer.” Caleb’s eyes dropped down to Archer’s hand for a second, then back up. “Last one inside does a shot!” he announced. In one fluid motion, Caleb was on his feet, chucking his towel in Archer’s face and running down the dock back to the cabin, whooping as he went. The rest of the crew followed, shrieking and laughing.

Archer shook his head, chuckling. Cute ass, too.

Idea! Archer texted Lynn the next morning. Why don’t you take her to that pop-up bar in Tribeca? The one that’s in the alley, which sounds creepy, but it’s all strung with a million fairy lights. I saw some pics on Insta and it’s gorgeous. You could get the bartender to garnish her drink with the ring.