Chapter 43

Just to make sure, he asked Lane, “So you’re okay with eating this?”

Lane grinned over the top of his wine glass. “Sure. Everyone splurges at the holidays. I’m almost hoping that big can he wrapped up for me is a tin of popcorn. You know, the kind with three different flavors? Cheese, butter, and caramel? Yum.”

“Yeah, don’t get your hopes up,” Remy warned him. He clapped Lane’s leg through the blanket. “Come on, let’s eat.”

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Dinner wasn’t as bad as Remy had feared. Braden seemed extraordinarily pleased with himself, and grinned goofily every time Lane moaned, “Mm-mm!” While his son wasn’t exactly best friends with his lover—yet—Remy was glad to see that at least Braden had left his earlier attitude in the dust. He might not be chatting heartily with Lane, but he was no longer glaring and moping around Lane, either.