My mouth goes dry.
Damn, he’s good.
“God, you’re mushy,” Parker says, staring gloatingly at Nate. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
Nate cuts a look at his best friend. “Wait till it happens to you. You’ll never see it coming.”
“Oh, I’ll see her coming.” Parker’s eyebrows waggle.
I make a gagging noise.
“Relax, I’m joking.” He slings the duffle strap over his good shoulder, wincing. “I’m not the relationship type. You guys know that.”
“Uh huh,” Nate says.
“Sure you aren’t,” I murmur.
Parker rolls his eyes and heads for the doorway. We follow him down the stairs, Boo at our heels.
“I’ll miss you, Sweet P. Who am I going to call when I need snack refills?” He makes a sad face. “Your nachos are unbeatable.”
I laugh. “Nate has an oven, you know.”
“Butmynachos won’t be the same. Yours are prepared with love.”
“Fine, fine.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll come visit.”
“Great! Bring that guacamole you made the other day. That shit is amazing.”
Nate snorts.
Parker turns to look at his best friend. “And you.” He makes a disappointedtsknoise. “As soon as this arm is healed, I’m delivering.”
“Figured as much,” Nate says, grinning.
“Delivering?” I ask.
“I owe him a punch in the face.” Parker smiles and ruffles my hair. “For going after my little sister.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Those are the terms we set forth at age nine, Sweet P.”
“We have to honor the code, little bird.”
Parker and Nate are both grinning as they do some kind of weird handshake back-slap thing.
Boys.
“Take care of her,” Parker says, his expression sobering. “I mean it.”
Nate nods. “I will.”
Parker turns to me. “Love you, kid.”
I roll my eyes. “For the last time, I’m not a kid. If you’re really going to stick around, you have to accept that.”
“I told you I’m sticking around and I’m serious. For now. At least until the company is sorted out.” He looks at me, lips twisted in a grin. “Guess you’re not my baby sister anymore.”