** Paige’s POV **

When we finally dress and head back downstairs, we find Parker sitting at the kitchen island nursing a bottle of beer. His gaze lifts to look at us as we walk into the kitchen, a small, knowing smile on his lips.

“How long have you been back?” I ask him.

“Long enough,” both he and Remy answer in unison.

I shake my head at their weird twin telepathy, or whatever it is that makes them. Sync in a way that is sometimes freaky to see. Sometimes I get jealous that my ...