** Paige’s POV **

“Morning, campers,” Ronnie’s voice calls as we hear his footsteps on the porch. He steps in and drops a small leather satchel on the counter, giving Jaxon’s hair a quick ruffle. “Morning, champ. Smells like you survived the great toaster massacre in here.”

Callen salutes the black toast in the bin. “The fallen shall be remembered.”

Ronnie’s smile is brief and warm, then he turns to face us properly, his expression turning serious. He meets my eyes for a ...