Wrapping his arms through Lane’s, Remy hugged his lover close and rested his head on Lane’s shoulder. “I’ll get the bags,” Lane told him, “and you get Braden.”
“Let me give you the tour first,” Remy said. He released his hold on Lane and slipped his hand into Lane’s pocket, as well.
Lane took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “Lead the way.”
Their shoes clomped on the steps, then on the porch. Lane had to let go of Remy’s hand long enough for Remy to unlock the door, but took it again before they went inside. Remy reached for a light switch just inside the door, turning on a pair of lamps framing a large, dark sofa seated directly in front of the fireplace.