Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

I’m not sure Parker realizes she’s backing away from me. Not like there’s anywhere to go. And that’s exactly why I cornered her on this elevator. In a complex teeming with people, I needed a moment alone with her. Parker. My former best friend’s little sister. My … friend? No, at four years younger than me, she wasn’t quite a friend back then. More like a borrowed pesky little sister. Only, she never got on my nerves like she did Brandon’s. And there’s nothing sisterly about how I feel now, standing this close to her. I can’t pinpoint exactly what I’m feeling. My emotions have been jumbled since I recognized Parker sitting in that conference room. Mostly, I was stunned that the gorgeous woman who somehow hid through most of the meeting was Parker. I think I hid my shock well. So well, in fact, she looked hurt, probably thinking I didn’t recognize or remember her. As though I could forget. It did take a few seconds, but only because I hadn’t expected Parker to be in the conference room. Back in the day, she had the singular ability to make me smile, something I rarely had reason to do.