CHAPTER 9 | Parker
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You’ve got this, I tell myself. But I’m not really sure I do because I can hear screaming as I climb the spiral staircase to the Macken apartment, and I'm barely into the kitchen before the twins run past.
“How dare you!” Bridget bellows, her feet pounding as hard as a pony’s against the floor. It makes the apartment floor sound like it’s about to cave in, and I stop dead, feeling my eyes bug out of my head. Brody feints right, left, and then streaks down the hallway, Bridget hot on his heels.
“Give it back!” she screams.
Give what back? I wonder, and then realize I'm going to have to find out. Lucky me.
“Morning.”
An electric charge rides up my spine, scattering my thoughts. Oh God. Aiden. In the light of the morning, I'd hoped my body would find him les
