Lane wrapped Braden’s Santa gifts and tucked them back into the trash bags. Even though he locked the door behind him when he left the third bedroom, Lane didn’t trust the boy not to go snooping as Christmas drew nearer. He remembered being eight years old all too well. And at that age, he’d been more interested in rooting out his parents’ gifts than he had in getting surprised on Christmas morning.
Next he put away Braden’s clothes—he couldn’t find any other excuse not to do it. In Braden’s backpack, Lane found a wrapped gift with a tag that read, To Daddy. He tucked that under the tree with the gifts from Kate, Mike, and Remy, and added his own gifts for his lover, as well. In addition to the ring, he had bought Remy a pale, sky blue dress shirt and a dark, mocha-colored tie that would
