It was a bad idea right from the start. He was my brother’s closest friend and the definition of unavailable. But I didn’t care and attention. I had adored him for so long as I could remember. He was well worth the risk. He was worthy of everything. But then he broke my center as very easily as I dropped for him. He viewed me fall, spiraling out of control, so that as I reached for him, he wasn’t there to capture me. THEREFORE I ran. Four years later on, I never likely to discover him once again. He was still my brother’s best friend, and he was more unavailable than ever. He looked just the bad young man I understood he was, protected in body art and a crooked smile. Guarding my center from him was priority because Parker James was where great girls head to perish. However for him, I wasn’t a good girl anymore.