** 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 ...