Chapter 58

Lane groaned and rolled to one side as Remy struggled to get free from the covers. “Braden, hush,” he admonished.

“What time is it?” Lane mumbled sleepily.

Braden shouted, “It’s Christmas time!”

“Use your insidevoice,” Remy said.

Beside him, Lane groaned again. “I need coffee.”

Remy sat up and found his son’s excited face right in front of his. Braden practically strummed with anticipation. “Presents!”

“Coffee first,” Remy told him. “Then—shit.”

Lane opened one eye and looked at him. Remy explained, “No power. No Keurig.”

“Shit,” Lane groused. “No Starbucks either, I take it.”

“Not on Christmas Day,” Remy told him. “And not in the twelve feet of snow we got overnight.”