Chapter 38

** Paige’s POV ** Parker is already up, sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee in his hands. He looks up as I enter, his jaw tight, but his expression softens when he sees me. “Did you sleep?” he asks. “A little,” I say honestly, grabbing one of the mugs from the shelf. I pour myself a coffee and lean against the counter, suddenly unsure what I’m doing. He watches me for a minute, then says, “Is Rye okay?” I nod. “He’s still out cold. He needed it.” “I’m glad he came to bed with you,” Parker says quietly. “You both needed that. Some kind of normalcy.” I flinch at the word because normal feels like a fantasy right now. “Is Remy…” I trail off, not sure what I want to ask. Is he mad? Did he leave? Is he still feeling the bond? “He’s out running patrols. He needed to burn it off,” Parker says, saving me from having to finish. I nod, wrapping both hands around the mug and trying to ignore how awkward this feels. “Paige,” Parker says, softer now. “You don’t have to say anything yet. We d