The resort is one of the nicer ones, washed white and the landscape beautifully groomed. I look very out of place when I walk in, wearing my sports bra and joggers, but my confidence more than makes up for my lack of dress. The only looks I get are from the younger male patrons sitting at the cafe sipping on coffee.
I’ve been here once in the past for a pack banquet, but I don’t remember where the offices are, or which side of the resort the triplets live on. I found a comfortable looking chair next to the glass wall overlooking the ocean and fished my phone out of my bag.
Parker’s name flashes across the screen right when I find it, but I quickly press decline and open my contacts. I have several text messages I missed, but I ignored the icon and looked for Matt’s number. I don’t have
