Stewart said Mateo was in charge, Archer thought, but he didn’t have the energy to argue about it right now. Instead, he stood. “We’d better get back.” He took his food with him and nibbled on the way.

The second show was worse. His muscles were rubber, and lifting his arms over his head was painful. He knew his dancing was sloppy. He couldn’t even look at Mateo afterward and hurried out of there as fast as he could, without waiting for Caleb. All he wanted to do was curl up and sleep this day off.

He had a quick shower and was settled into bed almost asleep when Caleb came back from his shower.

“You want to head down to the cabin?” Caleb asked, smoothing on some aftershave in the mirror.

“Not tonight,” Archer mumbled.

“Oh.” Caleb turned to frown at him. “You want me to stay with you?”

“No, it’s fine. I’m exhausted. I’ll be asleep in a minute.”

“Okay…” Caleb patted his pockets and looked around the room. “Fuck, I think I left my phone at the theater. Did you see it anywhere?”

Archer shook his head. “Sorry, no.”

“Alright.” Caleb leaned over to leave a kiss on Archer’s forehead. “Get some sleep then, princess. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“’Kay. Have fun.”

Caleb shut the door quietly behind him and Archer was starting to drift when the thought of his dad’s text bubbled up to the surface of his brain.

“Fuck,” he muttered, sitting up and reaching for his duffel. His parents would already be cranky about him not calling back, and then if he ignored the text, too—better send a reply promising to talk in the morning. But when his hand closed over a phone in the bottom of his bag, it was Caleb’s, not his. He groaned. Guess it wasn’t bedtime quite yet. If he hurried, he could catch Caleb before he schlepped all the way to the theater looking for a phone that wasn’t there.

Archer pulled on some sweats and was halfway down the path when he came upon two people kissing under a maple tree. Two men. One of them looked a lot like Caleb.

One of them was Caleb.

Archer’s feet screeched to a halt at the same time his heart did. Pebbles clattered around his shoes.

Caleb looked around and saw him. Worry flashed over his face. “Archer!” He said something quick and low to the other man—a big, solid guy—who trundled off down the path. Archer thought he recognized him from maintenance. Caleb hurried up to him. “What are you doing here?”

“Your phone,” Archer said dumbly, holding it out.

“Oh, thanks.” Caleb took it, chewing on his lip.

“You … you’ve been seeing someone else?” Archer’s head was spinning.