Gabe grinned at me, pulling me in for a sideways hug. “That’s why she’s my favorite kid.” “Right here, Dad,” Remy muttered, shaking his head. Gabe looked over my shoulder. “I don’t remember you figuring out a way to free Luke and save Tate.” “I recorded the message!” Remy said with a laugh, shaking his head. “It’s not a competition, son,” Gabe told him with a dismissive frown. Remy threw his hands in the air as we all laughed. But judging by the grin on his face, he wasn’t too upset.
