16 Chapter 16

Remy frowned at him, then at Kate. “It can’t be hard, right?”

“There’s a few boxes of stuff we didn’t use out in the garage,” Kate said. “Garland and lights mostly, some ornaments. A couple old stockings. If you want to take them?”

“Sure.” Remy hefted Braden’s duffle bag over his shoulder and tousled his son’s hair. “You about ready, sport?”

Through his pout, Braden muttered, “I already said I don’t want to go.”

“Too bad, you’re going,” Kate told him. When she bent over to give him a kiss, he squirmed away. Undaunted, she grabbed his face with one hand, squeezed his cheeks, and kissed him on the forehead anyway. “You be good, you hear? Remember what we talked about upstairs.”

Lane wondered what thatdiscussion had been like. He still wondered if Braden’s sour mood wasn’t his fault. Seeing Lane kissing his father must have been quite a shock, especially if no one had warned him ahead of time.