Chapter 8
When Lane woke early the next morning, he wasn’t exactly sure how early it was. He just knew the room was dark—pitch black, in fact, without the faintest ray of light coming through the blinds he’d pulled across the windows when he turned in the night before. He lay awake for a moment, eyes open but unseeing in the darkness, and waited for the wave of unfamiliarity to wash over him. He felt wrapped in warmth and cozy in the soft bedding, and Remy’s strong arm draped around his shoulders assured him he was safe. Even if he wasn’t sure where he might be, he was with his lover, and that was all he needed to know.
Then the events of the past twenty-four hours came back to him in a flurry. The long plane ride, the Houston airport, then Honolulu, the lush hotel room. Drinks at the ho
