Parker’s POV

“Parker!” I looked up from where I was washing my hands in the sink. My uncle was leaning half in the doorway. He looked pissed. That was never a good thing.

Aw, come on, Wes. You said you wouldn’t fuck up anything while I was gone! Liar!

“Yeah, Uncle S?” I sighed, the tap shutting off as I shuffled over to the hand dryer. “What’s up?”

“Get yer fucking friend!” He jerked a thumb back to the bar. I could hear Pamela ...