“We do this every year,” Caleb whispered to Archer. “Stewart leaves ‘early,’ but we beg him to stay longer. He’ll be out of here first thing tomorrow.”

Archer was a little nervous about their director leaving already, but he had to assume they really were ready to keep it going on their own.

“Um, Stewart?” Archer asked as the others began to head out into the night. “Do you have a second?”

“I have many seconds for you, Archer,” Stewart replied, gesturing to the front-row seat next to him. “Please sit.”

“Before you go,” Archer said as he settled, “I wanted to thank you for … for this opportunity.”

Stewart waved his hand. “The pleasure is all mine, Archer. You are quite the dancer.”

Archer flushed. “Thank you so much, but … that’s just it. I—Well, I’ve been auditioning for shows in the city for months, and I haven’t gotten anything yet…”

“Terrible business,” Stewart agreed. “Talent has little to do with it, doesn’t it? Not naming names, but there’s a certain rising star known for pounding more than the boards, if you know what I mean.” Stewart leaned forward and winked. “Not that there’s anything wrong with putting a little Jesus Christ in one’s Superstar, but one doesn’t want to, er, go full Daniel Radcliffe, does one?”

“I…” Archer paused, wondering if he was still following Stewart’s metaphor.

“Anyway…” Stewart whistled for Judy. “If Cooper Knox did it, I’ve no doubt you can, too, Archer. If everything stays as tight as it is now, and you all put on a flawless show, it will no doubt catch the eye of the right person.”

What if it doesn’t, Archer wanted to say, but Stewart had bent down to pick up Judy and was leaving little kisses on her tiny head. “Thanks,” Archer said instead, getting to his feet. “I hope so.”

After Archer’s shower, Caleb pounced on him back in their room. “It’s time to go!” he announced.

“Go where?” Archer asked, toweling his hair.

Caleb eyed Archer’s bare chest under his unbuttoned shirt. “To the cabin. Saturday is Game Night,” he said, as if it was obvious.

“Game Night? What kind of games?”

Caleb slid a finger into the waistband of Archer’s shorts and pulled him closer for a kiss. “You know, games! Monopoly, Scattergories, charades … anything, really. The winner gets to pick next week’s game. There’s like a hundred of them in the cupboard in the cabin, plus Dominik brought a suitcase full.”

Archer worked on his buttons, remembering Lynn’s advice and leaving three open. “So what are we playing tonight?”

“Oh, we start every season with Monopoly, but we only play it the one time. After that, we get too annoyed with each other, and we can’t even finish the game.”