Page 117 of Risky Obsession

She pulled out the phone box, turned it over and bit into the plastic to break open the wrapper. “Did you find what you were looking for in the jungle?”

“Yeah. Wasn’t easy though. I wouldn’t have found it without Archer, that’s for sure.”

Being careful not to use her injured fingers, she pulled the phone from the box. “Aren’t you worried about giving him information on this gold?”

“No. He’s located several Nazi treasures before, so he knows that if we find the gold, we won’t be able to keep it.”

“Whenwe find the gold, you mean?” She pushed the charger into the phone and plugged it into the car.

I grinned at her. “Right. When we find it.”

“When was the last time you spoke to Archer?”

“We ring each other a few times a year. Haven’t seen him since we left Brazil though.”

“Do you think he’ll help us?”

“I know he will. He owes me one.”

“Why?”

I felt the curiosity burning in her eyes. “I saved his life.”

“How?” She pulled her knee onto the chair so she could look at me better.

My damn cock throbbed under the heat of her gaze. “We were ankle deep in mud and crap in the jungle, and Archer got caught in a tripwire. He ended up dangling over a ravine. I risked my life to pull him back up.”

“Ha! So, you’re a hero.”

I chuckled. “Not really. He’d do the same for me.”

She nodded slowly, processing the information. “Okay, so he owes you one. Do you think he’ll be willing to get involved in this mess we’re in?”

“Are you kidding? He lives for this stuff. The more dangerous a situation is, the more he wants in.”

Her brow furrowed with worry. “He sounds like a cowboy.”

“A cowboy you’ll want on our side. Trust me, Archer’s a good guy. He’ll want to help, especially since it involves Nazis and treasure. He’s made a reputation for himself for retrieving stolen artifacts. You can trust him.”

She searched my face, then nodded. “Do you know his number?”

I gave her the number I’d memorized for Archer many years ago and she put the phone on speaker.

“Do you know what time it is?” a man’s voice grumbled from the phone.

“Archer!” I said. “Guess who?”

“Kane.” He cleared his throat. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“Sorry. I didn’t know where you were, but I have a bit of a situation.”

“Hang on a sec.” Shuffling sounds came down the line, and I imagined him getting out of bed.

“Where is he?” Tory asked.

“No idea. He moves around a lot on his luxury yacht.”

“Luxury yacht? Like yours?”