Made to be His ( The Archer Family 1)

"You don't get it. It's different with him. He's—"

"A man. And you let him get away too easy. How long has it been?"

"I don't know. Maybe half an hour."

"Well, if they're playing seven minutes in heaven, then I suggest you volunteer your services." Shay raised her eyebrows, and when Andy said nothing, her friend grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the center of the common room.

To her surprise, Logan was nowhere to be found, but Matt was there with a giant orange Afro perched on top of his sandy blond hair.

Shay wrinkled her nose. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?"

"I'm Carrot Top." Matt gestured to the rubber chicken in his belt loop.

"Right," Shay said. "Cool. So, where's Logan?"

"Beats the hell out of me. I was hoping Andy might know." He stared at his sister, but at that exact moment, faux-Christina chose to make a reappearance.

"Oh my god, are you Matt Archer?" She blinked up at him like she was staring at a movie star. Which, on this campus, Andy supposed her brother was about as close to a superstar as they could get. He'd brought home two division championships already, and he wasn't even in his senior year.

He smiled and nodded, then listened as the girl slurred something like "I go to all your games. And sometimes the practices."

"Thanks," he said, "hey, do you know where Logan Grant is?"

"Logan..." She blinked, almost like she'd never heard the name before, then her glassy eyes showed the most fleeting moment of clarity.

"Oh, he and Rebecca..." She smiled, then finished. "He's busy."

Matt laughed. "At least one of our dates went well."

"That might have had something to do with the rubber chicken," Shay muttered and smiled, but Andy knew she was just trying—and failing—to distract her.

It was finally official. Logan Grant was, most definitely, not interested.

And he never had been.

"I didn't say anything about your costume," Matt said to Shay. "What are you supposed to be? Barbra Streisand?"

"Har. Har." She glared. "Hey, Andy, let's go get some beer and—"

"You know, actually, I'm really tired. I'm going to head home, I think."

"Well, let me walk you—"

"No. Stay. Have fun," she said, then shook her head and marched toward the door without daring to glance behind her.

Chapter 2

2016

Maybe it was the glare of the streetlights on the car’s tinted windows, or the way Andy Archer’s brother and her business partner, Shay, kept swatting at each other's hands on the radio dial. But whatever it was, there was no denying that tonight hummed with energy.

This was the night that was going to change her life and put her on the map as the sports agent to have in southern California. All she had to do was act like she belonged.

Which, of course, was easier said than done.

"Almost there," Matt called over his shoulder, and she sat up a little straighter in the narrow backseat.

They were turning onto the long, w