Her Best Friend's Brother T. Dell (ebook offline reader txt) 📖

“Let’s start taking some of this out to the truck Libby.” He handed her a smal pile of boxes, and hefted a heavy suitcase into each of his own hands. “You’re going to leave me alone with those two walking hormones for a ten hour car ride!” Are you sure you don’t want to ride back with us?

“Sorry, I have my own packing to do. And I have plans this weekend anyway.”

“With Brian?”

“What!” Libby dropped the boxes she was holding a little harder than she had planned and spun to face Parker. “I’m sorry, what?” She tried to ask again more composedly.

Parker’s eyebrows drew close together. “That’s your guy’s name right? Mel mentioned him, but she isn’t always good with names.” Libby’s heart lurched when she remembered thinking something similar about her friend during the Stephanie/Effie conversation. In the end it hadn’t realy mattered what her name was; except perhaps that she had been able to forgive her Aunt Stephanie for having the bad luck of sharing a name with Tony’s girlfriend. Al that had mattered was that Tony had a girlfriend. And okay they had only lasted one summer, but that was a lot longer than any of Libby’s boyfriends had lasted. This wasn’t saying much since Libby had never realy had a boyfriend. How pathetic, she reflected, 19 years old and never had a real boyfriend.

“Libby? These are kind of heavy could you…” Snapping out of it, Libby stepped aside so Parker could unload his arms into the back of the moving truck. “I didn’t mean to bring you down. Mel mentioned you were seeing someone, and I just thought he might be helping you with your packing. If he isn’t coming I could stay an extra day and help you.” Libby’s eyes darted to Parker’s face. She had felt so bad about unintentionaly leading him on her senior year. He must have realized what she was thinking.

“Calm down. I am not making a pass at you. I just thought that if you have as much luggage as Mel…”

“J. Lo doesn’t have as much luggage as Mel” Libby quipped. “Brian is in Florida, and I am mostly packed and ready to go-- but thanks for the offer. Besides how would you get back to New York?”

“I am beginning to think missing out on this road trip

“I am beginning to think missing out on this road trip would be worth the price of flying commercial.” Parker grinned. Parker had a nice grin. Actualy, Libby mused as she folowed him back up the stairs, Parker had a nice everything. Tal and slim, he escaped appearing awkward and lanky with confident graceful movements. He had the kind of muscle tone you might get from swimming or running. He could have been a dancer she thought. Some male balet dancers were straight right? Who was that guy from Dirty Dancing? Libby was pretty sure he had been a real dancer. Yes Parker was certainly nice to look at. It was a crying shame that she couldn’t convince her heart to beat even a little faster when he walked in the room, or persuade her skin to tingle whenever she heard his voice. If it weren’t for those little details Parker would have been a perfect candidate for mister right.

Parker paused, grimacing, outside Mel’s closed bedroom door. Libby was pretty sure they had left it open.

He knocked. “You guys stil in there?” No answer. “We should realy finish loading the truck if we are stil planning on leaving tonight.” There was a heavy thud. Worried, Libby rushed towards the door, but Parker puled her back making a shushing motion placing a finger on his lips.

Sure enough Libby began to hear heavy breaths and soft moans. “Eww.” She took an involuntary step backwards yanking her hand off of the door knob as if it she had been burned. “They wouldn’t…” She blushed.

Parker pounded on the door with the palm of his hand a few times. “Dude! Come on!”

“Get lost Park” John finaly answered through the closed door.

“What do you suggest we do?”

“Parker, my friend, if I have to explain that to you then you are beyond my help. Now get lost-- you are embarrassing my girlfriend.”

“Come on Libby. We might as wel go find some lunch.” Parker was shaking his head as he led her back downstairs. Libby was speechless.

In the kitchen Libby puled out al the ingredients for griled cheese sandwiches and Parker manned the frying pan. “Should we make something for John and Mel?” Parker wrinkled his face. “No way. Although I bet they’re working up quite an appetite. They can make their own when they’ve… finished.” Libby found herself blushing again.

“Parker, do think we, I mean John seemed to think we…” She wasn’t actualy sure how to ask her question.

“Wel we almost before and maybe now…”

Parker laughed. Loud, knee slapping, slightly obnoxious laughter.

“I didn’t think it was that funny!” Libby was so mortified she barely remembered what just plain embarrassed felt like. “Al I meant was… oh never mind it was dumb.”

“I’m sorry Libby. I shouldn’t have laughed, but you looked so nervous and we didn’t realy almost anything.” He slid a plate, with her griled cheese on it, over the counter to her and took a big easy bite out of his.

“Last summer!”

“Sweet heart if that’s almost than—wel than I guess that explains your scarlet cheeks upstairs.” He was laughing again.

“Oh for Pete’s sake!” Libby huffed. “I don’t know why I bother.”

Parker seemed to register the genuine distress on Libby’s face. He walked around the kitchen island and spun her around to face him bracing his arms on the counter on either side of her. “It would be awesome Libby… for me. You are beautiful, and sexy, and I have totaly thought about it. But it would just be sex. And you aren’t a ‘just sex’ kinda girl. Do you realy want to trash two years of friendship for an hour of fun?”

“An hour?” This brought more chuckling from