After breakfast, Kate wanted to see all the paperwork Remy had for the upcoming wedding. “This is it?” she asked, leafing through the thin sheaf from the FedEx envelope.
She had pulled the coffee table up to the sofa and was using it as a desk; she and Angie sat on one side, Lane and Remy on the other. Braden was on the floor in front of the TV, patiently trying to show Emma how to use a game controller, with little success. Remy had to admit, at least it kept both children quiet, and Braden was better with the baby than Remy thought he’d be.
Tossing the papers onto the table, Kate asked, “Where’s this lady who’s supposed to be taking care of all this again, anyway?”
“Surfing,” Remy said with a grimace. “Can you believe it?”
Kate gave him a sour look. “What I can’t believe is that you’
