The temperature in their bedroom had already dropped. Lane didn’t know if he was more sensitive to it because he had made the mistake of going outside or if the heat from the fireplace just made the main room seem warmer, but he was definitely glad they weren’t going to be sleeping in their bed tonight. He grabbed the heavy blanket off the top of the bed, then both his and Remy’s pillows, and carried the whole bundle into the main room. He dropped the items on the couch and watched a moment as Remy fed more wood into the fireplace.
“We should probably wear something to bed,” Lane suggested.
Over his shoulder, Remy grimaced. “That’s no fun, man.”
“It’s better than scrambling for clothes when Braden wakes us up at the crack of dawn,” Lane pointed out.
Remy sighed heavily. “Fine. So much
