Because the rehearsal dinner wasn’t scheduled to begin until 6:30, they went upstairs to their rooms to change and put away their purchases from the bridal boutique. For some reason Remy couldn’t quite figure out, his and Lane’s room had become the popular hangout—Ed, William, and Mike were still lounging on the couch watching TV, and when the women dressed for dinner, they came over, too. Braden and Emma played quietly on the floor by the window—or, rather, Braden played his DS and held the screen down low enough so she could watch. How much she enjoyed it, Remy didn’t know, but it kept her quiet, at least. The only people missing from the picture were his parents, but when he tried to call his mother, he went straight to voicemail. f**k it, he thought, not bothering to leave a message.
