Parker Rooney Now Novels & Stories

Parker, who rushed in and shouted at them to stop. "Dr. Lawson, stop this at once! Ryan… suffered a heart attack yesterday and passed away."

I moved to the couch to let them have their turn. "Are you guys ready?" Parker asked, rubbing the center of his palm with his thumb- something he did when he was nervous. "Your plan may actually work, so I'm so glad I never stopped you from watching all those spy movies." Drake told Parker. "You tried, but I kicked your ass." Parker raised his chin in triumph. "No you didn't." Drake was visibly annoyed. "Yes, I did."

Sage had sent the divorce papers, and I was expecting a child with the woman who was responsible for so many bad things that had happened in my life. The call ended before I could see the caller. I groaned and squinted my eyes slowly, then glanced at the phone. It was Parker. Parker never called unless he had news for me. Before I dialed his number, he called back. “I’m currently in front of a private hospital at the outskirts of town.” He said. A slight frown creased my brow. “And? Did something happen?” I wondered if he went on his undercover tasks and encountered an accident.

The scent of coffee, honey and cinnamon hits before we even step through the door. Inside, Parker is at the stove seasoning a giant pan of porridge like he is auditioning for a wholesome cooking show. His hair is stuck up in every direction, and he seems different somehow, but I can’t put my finger on it. He is wearing sweatpants and one of my shirts. Why is he wearing my shirt? I stare at him. “Morning.” “Good morning,” he says, way too cheerfully. Ryder smothers a laugh. Remy shifts back and immediately blurts, “What happened to you?”

Parker cleared his throat over the mic. "May I have your attention, please? I am delighted that everyone could join us for this celebration." I saw Mrs. Parker standing beside him with a sweet smile. She noticed me standing next to Adrian and her smile widened. "It's been almost 27 years since I married this beautiful woman, and it was one of the best decisions of my life," Mr. Parker said, holding Mrs. Parker's hand. "We also have a very special announcement. Today, our son Adrian Parker is going to begin a new phase of his life," he continued, and Adrian excused himself, walking toward the stage.

“Hallmark in Bay Point?” “Yes, ma'am.” “Wow, we are so close by,” she put her tablet on the coffee table in front of them. “I'm in Berkeley.” He nodded. “So, how are you doing, Parker?” She asked. “It's been a long time?” “I am fine,” he gave her a disarming smile. “And you?” “I am fine, thank you.” “Where are you flying to?” he asked, picking up one of the entertainment magazines on the coffee table.

Ivy didn’t see Parker anywhere. She’d forgotten Heath’s comment about Parker’s different appearance. Wasn’t he working here to organize their entrance and schedule today’s events? What family gathering scheduled events? Kathy wasn’t helpful either. She’d never seen Parker. However, Jones had gone ahead. Ivy would have walked past Parker otherwise. Gone was the professional Parker. Standing there talking to Jones was Parker. With midnight blue hair, hand-painted leather black moto-jacket, and motorcycle boots. He looked like a punk with a chain attaching his wallet to his belt.

Once I fixed things with Lana, and we mated, everything would be perfect. "Thank you. Congratulations on the baby, man. I know you guys were wanting it for a couple years." I said, thinking about Lana and imagining what she must have looked like when she was carrying Maddie. I would give anything to have seen that. "Thank you, but that leads me to the next topic at hand." Parker shifted in his seat, leaning back with his hands connected over his stomach and his elbows on the arms of the chair. "We thought it was finally a good time for a baby. Everything was calm, but now all this shit with the rogues is happening."

The day before the high school reunion, the queen bee who'd bullied me for three years suddenly posted a video in the group chat. In the video, my 220-pound high school self was locked inside a bathroom, with a piece of paper stuck to the back of my uniform that read: [No Food for Pigs] The group chat instantly erupted. [Holy shit, she's coming to the reunion?] [Do you think the hotel chairs can hold her?] [After all these years, she can't possibly still be so fat she won't even fit through the door, right?] Naomi White, the queen bee who'd led the bullying back then, tagged me. [Old friend, everyone wants to see you. You have to come to the reunion this time.] Soon, someone started

he smiles "I have heard nothing but good things about you " By one in the afternoon we still chilling drinking non alcoholic punch swimming I am really enjoying Ryan's company he's cool maybe after Mr Parker we can date is that too much ? Maybe but I don't care. Mr Parker and three of his buddies walk up to the pool house with boxes of pizza and beers the greet us then proceed. I stand up taking off my bikini cover reaching for the sunscreen when I see that Mr Parker have settled down the seat he took is facing right straight at me. "Ryan could you be a darling and get my back" he practically jumps at the opportunity. His hands so soft around my shoulders I could get use to this.