“Spit it out, Carter. Where do you want me to take your sister?”

     “Can she stay with you for a few days?” he asked.

     “What?” Parker cried, and the woman in his arms stirred, snuggling into his chest.

     Parker had to close his eyes for a moment. She stank like regurgitated alcohol and looked like she’d been on a week-long bender, but he couldn’t deny the way it felt to hold her in his arms. It had to be some repressed part of his teenage brain that recognized her and was suddenly ready to remember all those dirty thoughts he’d once had about her.

     In control of his anger and...