Chapter 5
The drive to the cabin was tense, to say the least. Remy couldn’t understand what had gotten into his son. Before Braden had headed upstairs to pack, he’d been a little anxious about Lane, Remy knew. But a little anxious and outwardly hostile were worlds apart. It wasn’t Kate’s doing, Remy was sure—when she had taken their son upstairs to pack properly, Braden came down subdued and moody. Which meant she must’ve said something to him about the way he was behaving.
Braden was a good boy, most of the time. A lot like his father in that he liked to plan things out in advance, liked to know what was going to happen when, and if something changed, he was bound to be put out by it. But at eight, he had little control over what he had to do or where he had to go. He’d grow out of it e
