Once Remy learned why Chell had bought the tickets she did, even he had to admit he couldn’t be too mad at her. Lane smirked as he read the email his lover forwarded to him a few days later. Hey brah, Chell wrote. Muy malo, muchacho! I thought your dates were flex and you were trying to save moolah. I booked the flights when they were cheapest. Sorry!
Beneath that, Remy had written in red, WTF?
It was late on a Monday afternoon in early October. Lane had just gotten back word from the real estate agent that the inspection on their home came back with only one note of concern. Apparently the chimney needed repointing, whatever that meant, and Lane had taken a short break from a draft design sketch to Google it when he saw Remy’s message. Now he hit reply and typed a quick response. Should
