Travis grabbed my arm and sighed, p

Travis grabbed my arm and sighed, peering at me over
his shoulder. “I didn’t mean it, Pidge. If he hurts you—if he
even makes you feel uncomfortable—you let me know.”
The anger subsided, and my shoulders fell. “I know you
didn’t. But you have got to curb this over-protective big
brother-thing you’ve got going on.”
Travis laughed once. “I’m not playing the big brother,
Pigeon. Not even close.”
Parker rounded the corner and pushed his hands inside
his pockets, offering his elbow to me. “All set?”
Travis clenched his jaw, and I stepped to the other side
of Parker to distract him from Travis’ expression. “Yeah,
let’s go.” I took Parker’s arm and walked with him a few
steps before turning to say goodbye to Travis, but he was
glowering at the back of Parker’s head. His eyes darted to
me and then his features smoothed.
“Stop it,” I said through my teeth, following Parker
through the remnants of the crowd to his car.
“I’m the silver one.” The headlights of his car blinked
twice when he hit the keyless entry.
He opened the passenger side door, and I laughed.
“You drive a Porsche?”
“She’s not just a Porsche. She’s a Porsche nine-oneone
GT-three. There’s a difference.”
“Let me guess, it’s the love of your life?” I said, quoting
Travis’ statement about his motorcycle.
“No, it’s a car. The love of my life will be a woman with
my last name.”
I allowed a small smile, trying not to be overly affected
by his sentiment. He held my hand to help me into the car,
and when he slid behind the wheel, he leaned his head
against his seat and smiled at me.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Tonight?” I asked.
“It’s morning. I want to ask you to dinner before
someone else beats me to it.”
A grin extended across my face. “I don’t have any
plans.”
“I’ll pick you up at six?”
“Okay,” I said, watching him slink his fingers between
mine.
Parker took me straight to Travis’, keeping to the speed
limit and my hand in his. He pulled behind the Harley, and
like before, opened my door. Once we reached the landing,
he leaned down to kiss my cheek.
“Get some rest. I’ll see you tonight,” he whispered in
my ear.
“Bye,” I smiled, turning the knob. When I pushed, the
door gave way and I surged forward.
Travis grabbed my arm before I fell. “Easy there,
Grace.”
I turned to see Parker staring at us with an
uncomfortable expression. He leaned over to peer into the
apartment. “Any humiliated, stranded girls in there I need to
give a ride?”