My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 27

"Is it a restaurant?" I guessed, looking out the window as the scenery whizzed by.

"No," Parker disagreed.

I pulled my knees up to my chin, resting my chin on my knees as Parker sped down the street.

"Is it somewhere fun?" I asked.

"That's not an eligible question."

I let out a sigh, watching as Parker turned down a back road.

"Are we almost there?"

"Almost."

"It's supposed to be yes or no answers," I chastised, flashing him a teasing smile.

"Then yes," he amended, flashing me a smile as well.

And then he turned into the parking lot of a park.

"The park?" I asked, turning to face him.

"That's not an eligible question."

I ignored him, a smile stretching across my face.

He parked his car before hopping out, and I followed suit.

And then he surprised me by opening the trunk and producing a picnic basket and blanket.

"What's this?" I asked, unable to contain my giddiness.

"This is called a picnic basket," he informed me, with a smirk. "And this? A blanket."

I shook my head as he reached up to close the trunk.

"Well can I carry something?"

"No."

I rolled my eyes as he led me towards the park.

We set up our picnic on a grassy plain, and Parker opened the basket to reveal homemade sandwiches, potato salad, and sweet tea.

"This looks amazing," I complimented, accepting my thermos of sweet tea.

"Can you repeat that? I think I missed it."

I shook my head at him, laughing.

He was such an egotistical ass.

"I just thought we could use the getaway," Parker informed me, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"I couldn't agree more."

He braced his arms behind him, leaning back and observing the empty park.

I couldn't help but notice how his arm muscles rippled.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked, taking a bite of my own sandwich.

"I'd much rather a sexual favor than a penny."

I pressed my hand over my mouth, trying not to spit my food out as I laughed.

I am the epitome of gracefulness.

"A kiss for your thoughts?" I amended, once I'd finished off my bite of sandwich.

"Better," he agreed, flashing me a smile. "And I was just thinking about how sad it is that kids don't go to parks anymore."

I hummed in agreement before reaching over the picnic basket and planting a kiss on his cheek.

"What was that?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

"I kissed you for your thoughts," I said, with a smile.

"Sneaky," he muttered, his gaze returning towards the empty park.