Lane entered the warm kitchen behind Kate and closed the door to the garage behind him. The room was dark, lit only by the light over the stove, and despite the hour, it was obvious no one had made dinner. Remy stood at the island in the center of the room, flipping through a catalog. Kate brushed past him as she headed for the fridge. “Where’s Brae? Lane, can I get you something to drink?”
“No, I’m good,” Lane said. They still had quite a trip ahead, and he didn’t want to have to pull over to pee before they reached the restaurant where Remy wanted to have dinner. Speaking of… “Have you guys eaten yet?”
“Mike and I are going out,” Kate explained. “Our holiday starts a little early, since you two are here for Braden. Jer, where is he?”
Remy glanced up from the catalog and gave his ex-wi
