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.
Still, some of the old emotions flared up when Remy poured the two of them more wine. “Do you want me to fill you up?” he asked, already pouring Lane another glass.
Lane arched his eyebrows and teased, “I’d rather wait until we’re alone.”
Braden looked from Lane to Remy, confused.
With a wink, Remy purred, “I’m not talking about later. Right now I’m just talking about wine.”
“I don’t know what
