“Oh my gosh, you look like my man,” I slur when Archer appears at the table. “You comin’ to give me a ride?”

He fights back a grin and keeps his stance. “Yep. You ready?”

“Archer!” Lexie and Heidi cheer loudly when they realize it’s him.

“Shhh…he’s in the witness protection program,” I whisper-shout.

Archer gives me a funny look as the girls giggle.

“Huh?”

“You need a new identity,” I tell him seriously. “Hmm…how about Fabio Bigg Schlong.”

He pops a brow, confused, then just shakes his head. “Alright, sure. It’s time to go home, baby.”

I frown, then finish my drink. “Fine.”

“Do you ladies need a ride home?” Archer asks.

“No, Brett should be here any minute. He’s taking Heidi home too,” Lexie slurs.

The moment I try to stand and miss Archer’s hand, then nearly face-plant on the floor is when I realize I’ve had too much.

“Jesus. You okay?” Archer grabs my waist, holding me up.

I blink hard, waiting for the ground to stop moving. “Perfectly great.”

Archer chuckles. I say good night to everyone, then wait while Archer closes the tab.

“Bye, Damien!” I shout. “Thanks for the booze.”

He flashes a small smirk, then waves, keeping his attention on Archer.

“Is there a beef between you two?” I ask after he buckles me in.

“No, why?”

“He had a look.”

Archer furrows his brows, then walks around the car and slides into the driver’s seat. “Well, he came in for a session last week. First and last.”

“What happened?”

Archer drives us home, and the realization that I haven’t eaten hits me.

“Nothing.”

“Archer,” I slur, fighting to keep my eyes open. “Tell me.”

“He made an offhanded comment, and when we were training, I swung a little too hard.”

I gasp at the realization. “You gave him that black eye!”

I hadn’t noticed until he gave us our second round. Lexie asked about it, and he shrugged with a smug grin.

“Trust me, it was well-deserved.”

“What’d he say?” I demand. “Don’t lie to me either.”

He flashes me a look that says he doesn’t want to tell me, then inhales sharply as his shoulders slump. “He made a sexual comment about Gemma.”

My jaw drops. “No way! How stupid are you to do that about the owner’s wife?”

“Exactly. I told him as much too. He kept going, and when he mentioned her ass, I lost it. Whipped off my gloves and punched him in the face.”

Archer parks in the driveway and turns off the car. “Tyler freaked out, but once I told him why, he understood, then banned Damien from the gym.”

“Good. Geez. But wait, how come you didn’t tell me about that?”

“Tyler didn’t want Gemma to know and asked me not to tell you because he knows you’d slip.”

“That little shit!” I scowl.