Chapter 49

The quiet lasted only long enough for the sight of the snowfall to trigger a response from Braden. “Snow!” he cried, scrambling to change chairs so he could get closer to the sliding door. When he pressed his nose against the glass, his breath fogged his view and he had to wipe away the condensation with his sleeve.

His eyes were saucers in his face when he looked at Lane. Then his gaze shifted past Lane to his father. “Can I go out in it, Daddy? Please, please?”

“It’s cold,” Remy warned.

Braden sighed, exasperated. “I knowthat. It’s snow. It’s supposedto be cold.”

“Well, you have to dress warm,” Remy told him.

That was all he had to say. Braden launched away from the table and skidded across the hardwood floor to his bedroom to bundle up.

Remy leaned on the back of Lane’s chair, his chin on the top of Lane’s head. “It’s so pretty,” he whispered.

Craning his neck, Lane looked up at his lover. “Good thing you stocked up at Wal-Mart.”