That’s when Parker steps into the elevator. Her eyes swing between the two of us as her expression hardens. She jabs her finger into the button for the top level of the complex and then rounds on her brother. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to be Brandon right now. Parker’s fury is a little terrifying. “First of all, no. No—you don’t get to step in and say anything about my dating life. Period. This overprotective brother who shows up only when it’s convenient for him is getting tired. I’m over it.” “Park—” Brandon starts, but she waves a hand in his face. “Nope. You’re done talking.”
FUCK HIM UP PARKER!!!
