We make it back to the Pyramid just before dawn. Yet as Beau pulls the motorcycle into the garage, we see Archer standing near the door into the house with his arms crossed. He’s glaring at us, though he kind of always looks like that.
I wonder when the guy actually sleeps. I’ve never seen him sleeping, but surely he must. Maybe he sleeps in short term intervals when no one is watching. It doesn’t matter, I know. I’m just nervous to see him like this, because it probably means I’m about to be yelled at.
Beau parks the bike in his usual spot and we both hop off. He attaches our helmets to the seat slower than he has before. He likely saw Archer too.
“Whatever he says,” Beau says to me, voice low so Archer couldn’t hear. “It doesn’t change the fun we had tonight.”
“I’m not afraid of him
