Chapter 29

But that was childish. When Remy leaned over from behind his chair to place a plate of steaming eggs and crispy bacon in front of him, Lane pressed his head back against Remy’s chest and blew his lover a quick kiss. “I should have you make me breakfast every day,” he joked.

“Are you kidding? We’re taking turns,” Remy told him. “You’re up tomorrow. I’m expecting French toast and sausage.”

“You buy it, I’ll fry it.” Lane waited until Remy set down the other two plates—one at the spot beside Lane, the other in front of Braden—before he looked at Remy’s son and asked, “Do you like French toast?”

Braden glared at his plate and didn’t answer.

Pulling out the chair next to Lane, Remy sat down and scooted forward. He must have nudged Braden with his foot under the table, because the boy’s chair wiggled a bit. “Hello?” he asked, frowning. “Earth to Brae. Lane asked you a question.”