Talia insisted on lying down in the backseat of Parker’s BMW and covering herself with a blanket. He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue with her. If that’s what it took to make herself feel safe, then he would just roll with it. He was a little concerned about her being cramped back there. His car wasn’t exactly built for having someone ride in the backseat. “We’re out of the city now,” he said to her over his shoulder. “You can sit up now.” She drew the blanket off her head and craned her neck to look around. “Do you want me to pull over so you can move up to the front?” “Nah,” she said, kicking the blanket away and then crawling between the front seats to get into the passenger seat. Parker gripped the steering wheel and kept his eyes focused on the road so he wouldn’t be distracted by her. It was so easy to get distracted by her. She had been purposely driving him to distraction this past week, and he was moments away from giving in and burying his face betwe
Parker shook his head, but he was smiling as he followed them into the house. Stephen was the more physically affectionate of his parents, and knowing Talia’s situation would have put all his nurturing instincts on high alert. Parker just hoped it wasn’t too overwhelming for Talia. “You can call me Stephen,” his dad was saying as he led Talia into the large kitchen and got her situated on a stool at the breakfast bar. “Anthony will be out in a moment. He’s just on a business call. Now, what can I get you? Tea? Coffee? Cold water? Gin?” “Da,” Parker admonished, but Talia was grinning. “As much as I would love a gin, I’ll settle for a tea.” “How do you have it?” “Milk and two,” Talia replied as Parker slid onto a stool beside her. “Can I have one too?” Parker asked. “There’s iced tea in the fridge,” Stephen said, not turning around. Parker sighed but got up to get himself a glass of iced tea. Stephen was in host mode, and he would ignore Parker for the foreseeable future
Stephen talked them into staying the night. Neither Parker nor Talia had to be back in the city for anything the following day, so it was hard to say no. Talia had been in with Anthony for a long time, and it would have been dark by the time they got home. It was a weak excuse, but Parker was happy to give in to Stephen’s reasoning. Talia looked like she needed some time away from the city and all the issues that were waiting for them when they got back. She was quiet through dinner, although she was still polite and answered questions and complimented Stephen on his cooking. The usual Talia snark was absent and her sparkle had dimmed. Parker didn’t know what she had spoken about with Anthony—well, he knew the general gist of it all, but not the details—but whatever it was, it had affected her. Stephen had put them in the guest rooms on the west side of the house. There was a sitting room that connected the two rooms and effectively separated them from the rest of the h
Ooh, one of those zero-gravity beds would be cool. The spare bed at Parker’s place was pretty good and Talia was pretty sure she was the only one to have ever slept on it, but this one had a zero-gravity setting. That would be amazing to sleep on. It came with not only a mattress protector and heating pad but not one but two bamboo pillows. It was an absolute bargain. Talia had her phone in her hand and the first few digits of the phone number plugged into her phone when Parker’s door opened and he stood there in just a pair of loose cotton pants and no shirt. Her mouth dropped open, the phone fell into her lap, and she may have drooled…just a tiny bit. His hair was sticking up in all directions, his eyes were sleepy and he was running one hand across the top of his head while his other hand scratched his belly. “Don’t do it,” he said. “Um…what?” she asked, unsure of whether he had read her mind and the very inappropriate thoughts she was having…specifically about runni
Nobody had recognized Talia at the craft store and she’d happily purchased several miniature kits thanks to Carter’s credit card. Parker offered to buy them for her, but she declined. He was already doing so much for her. She couldn’t possibly expect him to pay for her new hobby as well. It wasn’t as if Talia didn’t have money. She had a lot of it, but it was all under the control of her father, and he could track any purchases she made. That was another thing Anthony was going to look into. Just how did Mark Bennett get so much control over her life? Talia knew it was partly her fault for not taking more interest in the ‘business’ side of her life, but to be honest, it had never occurred to her. She’d been acting since she was a kid and, of course, Mark had authority over all the contracts and whatnot. The problem was, that she had never changed that when she became an adult. It was part laziness and part ignorance. Talia had trusted that her father would do the right thing
Parker had debated about taking her on this little excursion, but he was a little worried about how reclusive she was becoming. Talia had never been a real partier in the past, but her fans could often see her out shopping or grabbing a coffee or whatever around the streets of Melbourne. It was over a month since she’d been living with him and, apart from the trip to Kyneton to see his dad, she hadn’t left the apartment. It wasn’t healthy. He understood her reluctance, but as long as she hid herself away, the fear of going outside would only grow. He didn’t want this thing to become a major issue in her life so he hoped that taking her on little outings where he could keep her as safe as possible might help her feel more comfortable when the time came for her to face the public again. And that time would come. She couldn’t keep living with him indefinitely. Not that he wanted her to move out any time soon. Having her in his space was no longer the imposition it had
“Thank you,” Talia said, turning in her seat to face Parker. They were sitting in his car in the garage of their apartment building after having spent a couple of hours driving around the city in search of other tiny art installations. Parker shrugged and smiled. “It was nothing.” Talia reached out and laid her hand on his arm. “It wasn’t nothing. You did all this research for me. I thought…” She shook her head and looked away from him. He laid his hand over hers. “You thought what?” “I thought you would think my interest in miniatures was childish and trivial. I didn’t expect you to encourage it.” She looked back at him. It was dim in the underground garage, but she could see him clearly enough, and the way he was looking at her made her heart flutter. No one had looked at her like that before. “Why would you think that?” he asked. She shrugged, not looking away from him. “You weren’t very keen on it when I first mentioned it. Plus, my interest
Peyton found it difficult to open her front door. She was holding a big messenger bag and a bag of Thai food in her other hand when the overstuffed garment bag with the absurdly huge Cinderella outfit got stuck between her and the door jamb. Her front door key and her phone, which had been vibrating frantically, were in her other hand. With a burst of kinetic force, she rocketed through the little gap like a bullet fired from a spitball pipe and managed to burst inside the room. The keys, phone, and clothes bag all went flying, but she was able to save herself and her Thai meal from falling to the ground. If the messenger bag hadn't been fastened across her body, it would have done the same."Shit! She shouted, not specifically to anyone.Anyhow, no one was around to hear her scream. She was a single woman. In theory. Although he didn't pay rent for the privilege, her fiancé spent most nights at her apartment, but he hadn't been there in a few weeks. Because he was a hot salesperson a