Jack put his arm around Dianna as they stepped out of the apartment and pulled her close. “Have you got everything, Riley?” Dianna asked as his son followed them into the hall. “Yup,” Riley replied, patting his backpack. They were going geocaching, not for the game, just ordinary geocaching. It had become something they did regularly. It was good for all three of them to get out into the sunshine and away from the screens for a while. Plus, Jack loved it, as did Riley. It was just another way Dianna had enriched their lives. It had been a couple of months since the game launch—which had made Black Sheep a household name, or at least amongst gamers it had become a household name, and Jack and Dianna were slowly entwining their lives. They hadn’t taken the final step to move in together, but Dianna spent nearly every night at Jack’s place and when Riley had sleepovers with Jack’s parents or sisters, they spent the night in her apartment. She had slowly been moving so
3 Weeks Ago“No.” Mark Beckett, Australia’s favorite dad, rolled his eyes at his daughter and sighed. “What is it this time, Talia?” Talia Jane Beckett, Australia’s girl next door, grimaced. “You do realize I’m turning thirty this year, right?” “So?” Talia rolled her eyes this time. “So,” she drawled, “taking on the role of an eighteen-year-old is…wrong.” “Other actors would jump at the chance to get roles for characters ten years younger than they are,” Mark said. “Yeah, well, I’m not other actors,” Talia said, crossing her arms and spinning her chair around. They were in the living room of her father’s house, and everything was white. White walls, white carpet, white couches. The weird circular chair she was spinning on was white, too. It looked like a sterile room, and it gave Talia the creeps. The only color in the room was the wall of photographs featuring her father—and sometimes herself—with numerous stars on the screen. Supposedly, this was her house too, but i
Talia dropped her eyes. Her father had done a lot for her. She owed him a lot and so what if he was taking the chance to do something for himself? “Let me think about it.” Talia held out her hand for the script. She really didn’t want to do it, but…maybe one more wouldn’t kill her. And she could make sure that if she agreed to do it, it would absolutely be the last one.Talia tossed the script onto the bed and groaned. She’d read it several times over the past few days and it hadn’t gotten any better. It was bad. Like, really, really bad. Talia had gotten used to the insipid teen coming-of-age dramas that she usually got asked to do, but this one was even worse than those. It begged the question, why? Why did her father want her to do this piece of crap? The father's role wasn’t even that good. Talia could have maybe understood if the ‘father’ role was a standout opportunity for her dad, but it just wasn’t. She flopped back on the bed in a starfish pose and looked at the ceiling
Parker was startled awake at the sound of his phone. With a groan, he rubbed his eyes and then reached for the device, squinting at the screen and then seriously debating whether to ignore it when he saw who the caller was. Fucking Carter. “Do you have any idea what the fucking time is?” Parker growled into the phone. “Yes, which is why I am calling you and not one of the others,” Carter said, sounding a little less than his usual cool, calm, and collected self. “I need your help.” Parker sighed and rubbed his eyes again. He squinted at the time and made the calculation. Two hours. He’d only been asleep for two hours and he would have to be at work in four. “How long is this going to take?” “I’m not sure,” Carter replied. “But it is important.” “Important enough that I don’t have to be at the morning meeting?” Parker asked. “Sure,” Carter replied. “In fact, you can take the entire day off.” Parker paused. Carter never willingly let anyone out of
“Spit it out, Carter. Where do you want me to take your sister?” “Can she stay with you for a few days?” he asked. “What?” Parker cried, and the woman in his arms stirred, snuggling into his chest. Parker had to close his eyes for a moment. She stank like regurgitated alcohol and looked like she’d been on a week-long bender, but he couldn’t deny the way it felt to hold her in his arms. It had to be some repressed part of his teenage brain that recognized her and was suddenly ready to remember all those dirty thoughts he’d once had about her. In control of his anger and the rogue teenager in his head, Parker let out a breath and opened his eyes, glaring at Carter. “You want her to stay with me?” “Do you have another option?” Carter asked. Parker groaned. “Not right at this moment.” “Right, so, I think the best solution is for her to spend the night at your place.” “But just tonight,” Parker said. “And I’ll be sleeping at your place.” “What?”
Carter shook his head before handing Parker’s phone back. “Nope. The first I knew about it was when she called me and asked me to pick her up. I could tell she was shit-faced, but she didn’t give me any clues as to why. I was hoping to get more out of her before she passed out.” Parker sighed. “You know I am going to have to post about this, right?” Carter raked a hand through his hair. “Can you…not?” Parker flattened his mouth and gave Carter an expectant glare. “No, I suppose you’re right,” he said with a sigh. “But can you maybe not write about the vomiting and the staying in your apartment and the fact that she’s my sister?” “Fine, but you owe me some answers.” “Sure,” Carter said. “But not now. We’ll talk in the morning.” “No, we won’t,” Parker said. “You gave me the day off, remember?” “I remember,” Carter said. “But you are going to have to come here so we can do the Talia hand-over,” he said. “And I need to introduce her to you at s
Present DayParker slowly opened the door to his apartment and stuck his head inside. He could smell her. In the three weeks since she had been living in his apartment, Talia Jane had permeated his entire space. He didn’t know if it was her deodorant, her shampoo, body wash, or body lotion, but there was a distinct ‘otherness’ about the smell in his apartment…and that otherness wasn’t limited just to the smell, either. The very fabric of the atmosphere in his home had changed. Parker had grown up in a male household. He and his two brothers were the apples of his parents’ eyes. Fathers’ eyes, as in two fathers. He and his brothers were biological siblings, and one of their fathers was biologically their uncle, but Parker, the youngest, had been too young to remember his biological parents. They died when he was a baby and his dads had adopted all three of them. There had been controversy at the time, his uncle was, after all, a gay man living in an openly gay relationship when th
Parker took a breath. He couldn’t argue with her. She was right. But at the same time, didn’t she have a responsibility to those girls who looked up to her?Talia tightened her arms around herself and pressed her lips together in an attempt to stop herself from saying anything more. She might be making perfectly valid points…but it wasn’t like Parker would listen to a word she said. He was a man, after all. She bet he probably hadn’t had to sit through lectures about carrying his keys in his hand on his way to his car or house so they could be used as a weapon if he was attacked. He also probably hadn’t been made to kneel on the ground so a teacher could check the length of his shorts. And someone had probably never sent him home from school because he was wearing a sleeveless shirt. Okay, she hadn’t had those things happen to her either—she had never attended school—but her characters had. Her characters had been subjected to those humiliations and made to feel like she was the