“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
Parker backed Talia up against the elevator wall and pressed his body against her before lowering his mouth and kissing her. “No second thoughts,” he murmured against her lips. “Good,” she replied as the elevator dinged, signaling that they’d reached their floor. The doors opened and Parker tugged her out and along the hall to their apartment. When had it become ‘their’ apartment? He didn’t know, but it didn’t offend him when he thought of it that way. She would live with him for the foreseeable future and…he didn’t hate it. Once they were inside and the door was closed and locked, Parker backed Talia up against the kitchen counter. He’d originally thought the table would be good, but it was currently serving as her work table and although it might be a power move to shove everything off the table and onto the floor, he knew they would both regret doing so. Instead, he lifted her onto the kitchen counter and slid between her thighs. He took a moment to re
Parker whistled as he waltzed into The Playbook offices on Monday. Talia had slept in his bed all weekend and waking up next to her was…he couldn’t say what exactly, except to say that it put him in an excellent mood. That could also have been because of the morning sex. Before he could walk into the conference room for their Monday morning meeting, a hand grabbed his elbow and pulled him into an empty office. “What the fuck, Liam?” Parker exclaimed, pulling his arm free and glaring at his friend. “I should be asking you the same question,” Liam said with a frown. “What the fuck, Parker?” “Okay, you’re going to need to be more specific because right now I have no clue what your problem is.” Liam raised his eyebrows at Parker. “Really?” He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “You have no clue why I might question what you’ve been up to all weekend?” Ah. Parker had forgotten that Liam saw him and Talia together. “I spent a quiet weekend at home,” he replied innocentl
“Maybe it’s time for her to stop hiding,” Finn said. “Why can’t she just do an interview or something?” He nodded at Parker. “Parker could do one of those exclusives he did for “No!” Parker and Carter shouted at the same time. “No,” Carter reiterated, calmer this time. “Not yet. Not until I’ve got everything in place.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Parker asked. Carter waved Parker’s comment away. “How are we going to deal with this? We need to do some kind of damage control.” “Why do we have to do damage control?” Jack asked. “Parker can’t be identified in the photos and I’m assuming they’re not posted on our site, so…why is it our responsibility?” “I’m with Jack,” Finn said. “If we say anything about this, we’ll only draw more attention to it.” “What if Parker posts photos of her at the airport with the story you were going to use about her going overseas?” Liam asked. “He could say that she left on Sunday.” “No,” Parker said, and they all t
Parker slammed his fist against Carter’s door. “Open the fuck up, Carter. I know you’re in there.” “Keep your bloody shirt on,” Carter said as he swung open the door. The guy looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, Parker’s life was falling apart quicker than a sandcastle at high tide. Parker barged into Carter’s apartment and after a moment and a long sigh, Carter closed the door and followed him into the living area. Parker looked around. It wasn’t often any of them came into Carter’s apartment. He tended to make sure any gatherings were held elsewhere. Parker could see why. His apartment was as cold as the man himself could be. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Carter asked, sitting down on his couch and looking up at Parker expectantly. “You didn’t tell Talia about the photos?” Parker asked. “No, of course you didn’t. Why did I even think you would?” “I thought it was best if she didn’t know about them.” “Yeah, well, she knows about
But her relief was short-lived. As she stepped out of the elevator, one of the two apartment doors on this floor opened and Dianna stepped out. She smiled at Talia, but Talia couldn’t return the smile. Dianna took one look at her face and the bag on her shoulder, and her face turned down into a stony frown. “What did that bastard do?” Dianna asked, walking toward Talia. Talia wasn’t a crier, but Dianna’s question the concern in her voice, and the fact she looked like she wanted to rip Parker's limb from limb made tears roll down Talia’s face and she sniffed. Dianna put her arm around Talia and guided her back to the apartment she’d just stepped out of. She opened the door and ushered her inside, closing and locking it. “Have a seat,” Dianna said. “I’ll get us some drinks.” Dianna pulled out her phone as she crossed to the kitchen. “Don’t tell him I’m here,” Talia said in a panic. “I won’t,” Dianna said, holding up her phone to reveal the text message
“You are not taking this situation seriously enough,” Mark Bennett said. Parker had stayed out of sight, not sure if Carter wanted him to reveal himself. Not to mention that Parker was just a little intrigued to hear what Talia’s father thought about everything that was going on. Would he understand how his behavior had contributed to the situation? Or was the man so emotionally deficient that he was oblivious to his own misdeeds? From what Talia said, it seemed the latter was the case. And not that Parker didn’t believe Talia or her experiences, seeing the evidence of it, would…would what? Make it more credible. Even Parker didn’t like the place where his thoughts had gone. His only excuse was that he’d been employing the strategy of using multiple accounts in his journalism since university, and it was a hard habit to break. He didn’t even want to entertain the idea that hearing Mark’s side of the story would validate Talia’s. “I thought that story would make her come home
He was about to give up and go walk the streets trying to find her when his phone rang in his hand and he answered without looking at who the caller was. “Talia?” “Carter,” the voice responded slowly. “Why would Talia be calling you? Isn’t she there with you?” Parker growled. “No. She’s not. I came back here, and she was gone.” “Gone? Gone where?” Carter’s voice was scarily controlled and sent a tingle down Parker’s spine. “I don’t know where!” Parker yelled into the phone. “If I knew where she was, do you think I would freak out like this?” Carter exhaled roughly. “We need to find her. Mark just left, but he wasn’t deterred from looking for her. We need to find her before he does. Where would she go? And more to the point, what did you do to her to make her leave?” “This is all on you, arsehole,” Parker spat. “She left because you didn’t tell her about that stupid article.” “You didn’t tell her either,” Carter retorted. “Fine! It was both
6 months later“Are you ready for this?” Anthony asked as they stood outside the courtroom. Talia nodded and gripped Parker’s hand. The judge had called them back in for the verdict on Mark’s trial and she couldn’t deny she was nervous. The weeks spent preparing for the trial and then sitting through the witness statements and being cross-examined by an aggressive defense attorney who made her out to be some sort of diva and ungrateful bitch who was somehow ripping off the father who had done everything for her had taken its toll. And the media beat-up was just as bad. However, not all the media had been on her father’s side. Talia had discovered she had far more supporters than she’d thought. Her fans—the true fans—had gathered in force to support her and she loved them for it. Not enough for her to consider going back into acting, but enough that going through the trial had been bearable. But if not for the constant and unwavering support of Parker, Talia didn’t think she woul
Parker rolled his eyes as he took her hand and stood. “Seal the deal?” “Isn’t that what you said earlier?” He shook his head, his grin still in place. “No, I said celebrate.” “Okay, good. Let’s do that then.” Parker grabbed her and lifted her up, making Talia squeal. He kissed her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. Stumbling, he carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed with a flourish, making her squeal again. “I feel like we need champagne and strawberries or something,” Parker said, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked around the room. “You mean like pouring champagne in my belly button and licking it out?” Talia asked, lifting her shirt to reveal her navel. Parker cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm…that’s something to think about for a later celebration,” he said. Talia pouted. Parker held up his hands. “I don’t have any champagne on hand,” he protested. “Then I’ll just have to
“You called Isaac,” Parker said when he walked into the apartment. Talia looked up at him and bit her lip. “I did,” she said. “But before you get mad, I didn’t say anything about what happened. And I did it because I knew you wouldn’t say anything to defend yourself.” Parker sighed. “I’m not mad,” he said, walking over to where she was seated, working on her miniature diorama. He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m grateful. Thank you. What you said to Isaac helped.” Talia grinned up at him. “So, they’re going to let you do the article?” Parker nodded. “They are.” “That’s so great,” Talia replied. “So it all worked out.” Parker pulled out a chair and sat down beside her. “Things have worked out for me, but what about you? What are your plans now? Without Mark controlling your every move, you can do anything you want.” Talia dropped her head and fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. “I don’t know what I want to do,” she said quietly. “I don’t think I wan
Talia pulled back from the kiss. “Don’t you think it was pretty selfish of me not to sacrifice myself for you?” she asked. “No,” he said, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear. “What you did wasn’t selfish, it was survival. There’s a difference. Me expecting you to sacrifice yourself for my job would have been selfish. Are you doing what you need to in order to survive? Not selfish. Not in the slightest.” “It feels selfish,” she mumbled, leaning her forehead against his. “I feel like I need to do something to make it up to you.” Parker cupped her face. “Talia,” he whispered. “This is not some quid pro quo thing. There will be times when you will save me. I have no doubt about it. That’s how relationships work. It’s swings and roundabouts. There is no big tally sheet in the sky and nobody is keeping score.” “I just don’t want you to feel resentful—” Parker cut off the rest of her sentence with a kiss. “How could I be resentful of the fact that I get to have you in my l
“She’s asleep,” Parker said, coming into the living room from his bedroom where Talia had finally succumbed to sleep. He slumped onto the couch beside Stephen and laid his head on his father’s shoulder. Anthony looked over at him from where he was sitting, going through some paperwork on his laptop, and Carter paced, not able to sit still. “I take it the article came out,” Parker said. “Yeah,” Carter replied with a sigh as he raked his hand through his hair. “It’s going to do us some damage,” Parker said. “Maybe,” Carter said with a shrug. “Maybe not.” Parker frowned at him. “What does that mean?” “It gets your name out there,” he replied. “It will drive people to your blog.” “Fucking hell, Carter,” Parker exploded, jumping to his feet. “Seriously? You think this is a good thing?” “I didn’t say that,” Carter replied. “I just said it wasn’t necessarily damaging to us.” “And what about Parker asked. “The article would have tanked that de
Anthony had filed a police report as soon as he arrived in the city. “Their hands are tied,” Anthony said with a sigh. “There is no evidence of force and as she recently hid from the public because of a scandal, we have nothing to say she isn’t doing it again because of the latest issue.” “But can’t they force her to at least speak with them? To check that she’s okay?” Parker asked. “As far as they’re concerned, she has just gone into hiding again,” Anthony reiterated. “Until we have something to say otherwise, they can’t do anything. This has the potential to be a high-profile case because of who she is, so if they make a big deal about it and it turns out to be something innocent, it might blow up in their faces.” “That’s bullshit,” Parker growled, pushing up from his seat to pace around the room. He hated that he was sitting there doing nothing while Talia was trapped in her father’s house. It was torture to know where she was and yet not be able to get to
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Talia said. After Mark’s big reveal the night before, Talia had been left to sleep off the effects of the sedative he’d given her. The fucking bastard. He’d locked her door so she couldn’t get out and the window was too far from the ground for her to escape that way. Not without breaking something, anyway. Which Talia wouldn’t have minded, except with the way she’d been feeling, the thing that got broken might very well be her head, and she was kind of attached to it being in one piece and remaining on her shoulders. So Mark had stalked her and Parker and then kidnapped her and drugged her and imprisoned her and he was under the impression that he was perfectly within his rights to do so. “I’m doing this for you,” Mark said. “Your mental health is at stake here.” “The only threat to my mental health is your arsehole behavior,” Talia snapped. They were sitting in the sunny kitchen at the table and Mark was trying to pretend that it
Carter clicked his fingers. “The original photos, the ones that were taken when you took her out to look at the miniature street art.” Carter turned to Parker. “You were in some of those photos. Your face was blurred, but that could have been done after the fact.” “So he’s been following me?” Parker asked. “You and Carter. Both would be my guess,” Jack said. “So he’s been following us, but how did he know I was sending a car to pick her up?” Parker asked. “Have you noticed anyone following you?” Carter asked. Parker shook his head and then paused. “What?” Carter asked. “What’s that look?” “It’s probably nothing,” Parker said. “Just say it,” Carter said. “I was speaking to Talia just before I went into the meeting he said. “When I hung up from the call, I bumped into a guy…you don’t think…nah. It can’t be. This isn’t some espionage movie.” “Could he have overheard your conversation?” Jack asked, leaning back in his chair and looking up
Parker was on a high. By all accounts, Atticus was on board with his proposal. Isaac just wanted to check in with the rest of the band before giving him a definitive answer. That was fine with Parker. Things would go much more smoothly if everyone was in agreement. The last thing he wanted was a hostile environment and if any of the members had misgivings about the proposal, then he would walk away. It would hurt, but he would do it. For this to work—for everyone involved—there had to be open communication and a willingness to participate. Without that, Parker may as well give up now. He climbed into his car, cursing the parking ticket and flapping on his windscreen. Getting out again, he grabbed it from under the windscreen wiper and shoved it into his glove compartment. The Playbook could pay for that. It was the price of doing business, after all. He turned the music up loud as he navigated through the heavy traffic toward his apartment building. He couldn’t wait to tell Ta