After the shopping bags were brought inside and the groceries all put away, Lane whipped up a quick lunch of deli sandwiches and potato chips. There was soda for the kid and beers for the men. Braden chose a different seat than the one where he had sat for breakfast, deciding to put his back to the sliding glass window and look into the cabin, instead. At first Lane thought maybe the boy had moved closer to him to show there were no hard feelings from the night before, but as they ate, he realized Braden’s seat offered the perfect view of the Christmas tree. He had already wrapped Lane’s gift and stuck it under “his tree,” as he called it, and Remy had to call him two or three times before he came to the table because he’d been too busy rooting through the other gifts beneath the tree.
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