** Parker’s POV **

The house is quiet when I get back from patrol. Too quiet.

I pull on some shorts from the basket we keep stocked by the door and pause. The air smells different. Warm and charged.

Ryder catches my eye from the kitchen table, where he’s nursing his coffee like it committed a crime. His hair is a mess, and his shirt is inside out. Ryder never wears anything inside out. He had to come back early from patrol last night; the pull of Paige had got too much for him. So ...