A hint of regret slivers through me before I brush it away. Archer can be pissed at me all he wants, but I’m not allowing him to fuck over his life.

Deal with your problems, Archer.

Cassidy chuckles, wearing a proud smile on her face. She’s elated that I finally caved. “There’s no way you’re getting out of this one.” She stands and slaps my arm. “Think of it as your good deed of the day.”

I fight back a smile, her comment downsizing my tension. “Listen, youngster, don’t you have some frat boy’s heart to break or Barbies to play with?”

I’m unsure if our relationship is big brother, little sister or sexual tension we play off as humor. Most of the time, I’d put my money on it being the latter, but it’s weird for me. I’ve never gone for chicks younger than me.

The problem is, we work together, and the timing sucks.

Cassidy flips me off. “Don’t you need to go find your vitamins to keep your bones strong and pick up your Viagra from the pharmacy?”

I laugh, turning my attention to Georgia. “Georgia, since you might be the new co-owner, fire her ass.”

Cassidy throws her head back. “Lincoln, dear, the chances of you being fired are much higher than mine since you’re related to the devilish heartbreaker.”

“He’s going to kick my ass for this,” I tell Georgia, rubbing my forehead in stress. “So, be happy that I like you.”

“Just tell him I went through Lincoln’s phone and gave it to you,” Cassidy comments with a give no shits, I’ll piss off my boss attitude.

Chick has balls of steel.

“I’ll text you the address,” I inform Georgia.

She replies with a pleased smile.

“You okay to drive?” Cassidy asks. “I can take you if you want?”

“She wants a front seat to the shitshow,” I add.

“Rude.” Cassidy shoots a glare in my direction. “I also want to make sure she’s cool to drive.”

“I’m fine,” Georgia replies. “They told me to wait forty-eight hours before driving, and it’s been a week. I haven’t felt dizzy at all. All I need is for you to cover my shift tonight.”

Cassidy points at her. “I got you. Good luck!”

Georgia dashes out of the bar, and I already feel bad for the wrath Archer will face if she goes to my grandparents’. I yank my phone from my pocket to give him a heads-up but then shove it back in place. I’ll let this one be a surprise.

“Are you sure you’re okay working a double?” I ask Cassidy.