Fake

Archer

I stared at her retreating back as she shut the door behind her.

“Fuck!” I kicked the empty can next to my foot. The day was already ruined.

I had been the one who specifically asked Maeve to book her as the event planner for the party. I wanted to see her again, to prove to her—and maybe to myself—that I’d moved on.

But seeing her again, looking just as beautiful as she had five years