A quick check online at arriving flights over breakfast showed only one plane expected in from LAX around noon. Remy wanted to leave early so he could get a rental car. “I refuse to ride in that rusted out dune buggy again,” he said, referring to Chell’s Jeep.
“We’ll probably need two cars,” Lane pointed out. “Maybe not right away—your parents can squeeze in the back seat with Brae—but there’s no way my whole family’s going to fit in one vehicle unless we rent a minivan.”
Remy smirked. “Yeah, there’s a sexy car. We’d be the only gay couple cruising Hawaii in a ride that would make a soccer mom jealous.”
From his spot in front of the TV, Braden spoke up. “I can stay here while you get Nana and Pops.”
“You can turn off the games for two minutes instead,” Remy told him. “Lane, you about r
