Parker got lost in his gaze for a moment, pushing aside the disappointment she felt at hearing him say she c
ould have her own bedroom and they’d just be friends. This was about so much more than her and her silly dreams.
Her hand dropped to her belly. This was about their child, and doing what was best for him or her. There was no denying that having both parents around was in the baby’s best interest.
“Okay, Ty. I’ll stay at Red Moon, at least until we figure this out.”
Chapter Five
Parker pulled up to the house at Red Moon, looking around her with interest. She’d never been here before, and her breath had caught as she pulled up the driveway. It was gorgeous out here. The house was a two story traditional white farmhouse with green shutters and a red door, with a large porch gracing the front of it. There was a porch swing on one end, but otherwise it was bare. She could picture some rocking chairs on it, though, to sit and rock while watching the sunset.
There were two towering oak trees on either side of the house, and the lawn stretched for ages. A large barn sat off behind the house, along with a smaller barn and what looked like a pig pen close by. On the other side was a large equipment shed, doors open with an array of farm implements inside that she didn’t know the names of.
She got out of the car, gazing at the land, taking it all in again. There wasn’t much in the way of flowers or decorations, but it really didn’t need it. It was beautiful out here, the forest on one side of the house and the mountains in the distance the perfect backdrop.
Parker jumped as her name was called. Turning, she saw Chase coming toward her from the big barn, a puzzled smile on his face.
“Hey! What are you doing out this way?”
Parker bit her bottom lip, unsure of what to say. Ty obviously hadn’t filled his brother in, and she didn’t know how to respond. “Hey, Chase. How are you?”
Before he could respond, Ty’s deep voice came from the house. Thank God, because that had had the potential to go awkward fast.
“Parker! Glad you made it.” Walking to the car, Ty told his brother, “Parker’s going to be staying here for a while.”
“Um, that’s nice,” Chase answered, clearly confused. “Glad to have you, Parker. What are you going to be doing here?”
When Ty hesitated, looking torn, Parker jumped in. “Oh, I’m staying here so I can get an in depth look at the farm. You know, for the website I’m building.”
Silence met her announcement, Ty’s lips quirking while he shot her a loaded look, and Chase looking at her like she’d suddenly grown an extra head. For some reason, Parker got the idea that he didn’t believe a word she’d said.
“Ooooookay,” Chase drawled out. “I’ll leave y’all to it. Got work to do.”
Giving Parker a salute, he shot his brother a look before turning around and heading back to the barn. Tyler turned to Parker, lips lifted in a full on smile.
“Designing us a website, huh?”
Parker had to remind herself to breathe as she took in Ty’s smile, her whole chest tightening up. “Well, I mean, it could happen,” she forced out. “And you didn’t look like you were going to answer, so…”
Ty shook his head, still smiling a bit. “Yeah, I haven’t told anyone yet. I will soon, though; don’t worry.”
“It’s okay. No rush. Tell them when you’re ready. I haven’t told anyone yet either,” Parker replied.
They stood awkwardly for a moment before Tyler clapped his hands together. “Okay, let me get your bags into the house. We’re going to have a pretty bad storm soon.”
Parker cast a puzzled look at the cloudless blue sky. “We are? I don’t see a cloud in the sky.”
Ty froze for a second before sending her a strained smile. “Um, yeah, that’s what they said on the news earlier. Do you have a lot of bags?”
Parker shook her head. “Only two, in the backseat.”
She moved forward to get her bathroom bag and Ty blocked her. “I’ve got it. You shouldn’t be lifting anything.”
She laughed. “It’s just toiletries, not a bag of bricks, Ty.”
He shook his head stubbornly. “I’ve got it. Are stairs okay? All of the bedrooms are upstairs.”
Parker laughed harder. “Stairs are fine. I promise not to trip.”