15 Chapter 15

With a sigh, Remy started, “He says he isn’t going—”

“Like hell he isn’t.” Leaning over her son, Kate lowered her voice to speak to him, but Lane heard the undercurrent of anger in her words. “Braden, we talked about this. Mike and I are going out of town. Your father—”

“I don’t want to go!” Braden yelled.

Lane winced, Remy too, but Kate didn’t even flinch. “Listento me, young man! This isn’t about what you want, do you hear me? You’re going to spend Christmas with your father, and that’s the last time I’m telling you.”

When she stood, Lane saw an ignoble pout on Braden’s face. He looked so much like Remy, a study in miniature, that seeing him unhappy and on the verge of tears almost broke Lane’s heart. If they hadn’t paid for the cabin in advance—and if canceling their trip wouldn’t have broken Remy’sheart—Lane might have suggested they stay home with the boy, instead.