Braden seemed to have an unlimited wealth of excitement bubbling up inside of him; he practically hummed with unspent energy as they disembarked from the airplane. Remy wished they could bottle his son’s enthusiasm because he sure could have used some of it himself. Even though Braden hadn’t slept a wink during the entire trip, one wouldn’t have known it from the way he skipped and jumped and ran ahead while Remy and Lane dragged after him. By the time they caught up with him in the luggage claim area, he already had one of their bags and was manhandling another off the conveyor belt. “I’ve…almost…got it,” he huffed, struggling with Lane’s oversized duffle bag.
Lane plucked it out of Braden’s hands easily and set it on end on the floor so he could pull it along after him. “I have it,” he
