By the time their drinks arrived, Remy had spread all the papers out across the bar for Lane to look over, and he had his iPad open so he could look over the marriage requirements on the State of Hawaii’s website. He no longer trusted anything Chell had told him. When Braden saw Remy’s iPad, he crossed his arms on the bar and pouted harder than before. “No fair! You won’t let me play any games.”
“I’m working on salvaging my wedding,” Remy told his son, “not playing Angry Birds. Can you sit quietly for five minutes without having to be entertained, please?”
Lane pulled his iPhone out of his back pocket and slid it across the bar to Braden. “Here you go, kid. Knock yourself out.”
“Cool! Thanks!” Braden grabbed up the phone before Remy could tell him not to.
Turning back to the paperwork,
