the slope to the road. A crack of thunder spooks the dog, and the animal struggles to escape, but Archer holds it tightly and wrestles it into the truck.
“Get in!” a male voice shouts from off camera.
Archer yanks open the driver’s side door of the armored vehicle, ushering Kelsey in before him. She climbs over the console to the passenger seat. He follows, looking behind him as the funnel cloud gets closer and closer.
“Go! Go!”
The orders fly from all directions, the camera tilting dizzily as the cameraman runs to another car and the screen fades out.
“Over a million views as of this afternoon,” Florence remarks, picking up her phone. “It’s definitely poised to go viral, if it hasn’t already.”
“What do you know?” Kelsey gives Archer a look that is both admiring and teasing. “We have a celebrity in our midst.”
“What happened to the dog?” I ask.
She groans. “Don’t ask.”
“I brought him home,” Archer admits, still looking somewhat baffled at the revelation of his newfound fame. “I contacted the local humane society and put out a few ads, but no one claimed him. No microchip either.”
“So you’re adopting him?” Florence says. “How wonderful!”
“Well, uh…” Archer glances at Kelsey. “I’m keeping him at the garage right now. Kelsey’s not much of a dog person.”
“How did you not know that episode was airing?” Liv asks.
“We just filmed it a couple of weeks ago on a whim,” Kelsey says. “Storm-chasing season ended last spring, so we didn’t even have any real equipment with us. There was some movement on the radar that I wanted to check out, and Peter came along to film it just for the storm footage. I had no idea the Explorer Channel was going to air any of it.”
“Well, I think it’s thrilling,” Florence says. “What would have happened to that poor dog if Archer hadn’t been there? Not to mention what his heroism will do for the show. You need to bring that dog with you next season. Your fans will go nuts when they discover Archer has adopted it.”
“He hasn’t adopted it,” Kelsey mutters.
“Yet.” Florence smiles at Archer and tucks her phone back into her purse. “See you all later.”
She wiggles her fingers at us before heading out the door. Kelsey looks at Archer.
“You’re not keeping the dog.”
“It could be like Popeye and Olive Oyl’s Swee’Pea,” Archer suggests. “The orphan they adopt and raise together. We could start a Facebook page and everything.”
Kelsey shakes her head at him and pushes her chair back. Her phone rings, and she glances at the screen.
“Sorry, I need to take this,” she tells us. “It’s David, the Storm Hunters producer.” She puts the phone to her ear. “David? Yeah, I saw it. Why didn’t you tell me…what? Oh, well, that’s great. Yes. Thanks.”
She ends the call and looks at Archer with amused pride. “They want to figure out a way to give you a bigger role next season. Seems your incredible hotness might save us from cancellation.”
Archer scratches his ear, looking both embarrassed and more than a little uncomfortable.
“In that case,” I grab my brother’s empty glass, “you’re going to need a lot more chocolate milk.”
Liv is reading in bed, absently twirling a few strands of her long hair around one finger. She’s wearing a pink nightgown with a scooped neckline that displays an expanse of creamy skin before draping over her full breasts, which move slightly with her breath. The circles of her nipples show through the cotton. Heat stirs in my blood.
I love the sight of my wife in anything, but her nightgowns are a particular favorite. The way the flimsy material clings to her curves and shows off the movement of her gorgeous body beneath…
Liv lifts her gaze to where I’m standing in the open doorway with one shoulder against the doorjamb and my arms crossed over my chest. She raises an eyebrow.
“Are you coming in, professor?” she asks.
“I might stand here and look at you a while longer.”
“Okay.” She shrugs and turns back to her book. “Just let me know if you’d like to fuck me hard and deep.”
Oh, shit.
Lust spears through me like a firebolt, and I cross the room in three strides to get to her. With a laugh, Liv tosses her book aside and holds out her arms to wrap them around my shoulders. In less than a heartbeat, I bring my mouth down on hers, my head filling with the peaches and cream scent of her, the taste of her soft, full lips.
She makes