Archer’s POV
As I step into the kitchen, Ace is already there drinking a coffee as he raises an eyebrow at me.
‘Now I know you went to bed in my room’ he started with a knowing smirk, ‘but when I woke up this morning, you were gone and your little baby bed on my floor was all cold as if you’d been missing for hours. I came out here just in case you got up early, but you were nowhere to be found.’ He c****d his head to the side, ‘so do you want to tell Uncle Ace where you spent the night young man?’
‘Do you want to find somewhere else to live?’ I countered, shoving past him to the coffee machine and pouring myself a cup as Ace laughed.
‘Please, this place would be snoozeville without me and the view would not be nearly as pretty if there was only your and Grant’s ugly mugs here’ he scof
