“One sugar, brown,” Remy said with a nod. “I know how you like it.”
Lane’s mouth curved into a leer, but before he could say anything colorful, he glanced at Braden and raised the mug to hide behind. All Remy got was a simple, “Thanks.”
Then Braden was tugging on Remy’s arm. “Come on, Dad. You said you’d make me bacon.”
“Mmm, bacon,” Lane murmured into his mug.
“Not you,” Braden snapped. “Me.”
“Hey, mister.” Remy glared at his son. “Don’t start that shit again. We went over this. You be nice or I’m calling your mom to come pick you up.”
Braden rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. She’s going on a cruise.”
“And you don’t think she’d turn the ship around just to come back here and smack your smart ass?” Remy countered.