Chapter 8
It wasn’t the scent of frying bacon and eggs that finally drew Lane out of bed; it was the laughter and joyful chatter coming from the kitchen. He pulled on a pair of loose lounge pants and a long-sleeve, button-down flannel shirt in a black watch tartan pattern. These were his “go to” pajamas, the first things he liked to pull on when he got out of bed on a cold winter’s morning.
Just as Remy favored sweats, Lane liked the loose, baggy lounge pants he could buy in a variety of designs and colors. The black ones he wore now were tame compared to some of the whimsical patterns he owned. His favorite were dark blue, covered with the television-screen logo from The Brady Bunch. He watched that show all the time as a kid, and used to tell people that was what had inspired him to be
