The next time they woke, it was thanks to Braden banging on their bedroom door. “Dad! There’s no cereal!” he called out, then rattled the doorknob, before knocking harder. “Dad! Are you still asleep?”
“Who can sleep through that?” Remy murmured groggily.
Lane burrowed down deeper into the bed sheets. “Teach him how to order room service.”
“There’s a kitchen. We should put it to use.” Remy stretched awake and yawned as he kicked the blanket off his legs. In the gray morning light streaming through the vertical blinds, his pale skin took on an ashy hue. He gave Lane a quick kiss, then slid out of bed, taking a moment to straighten his boxers and pull on a T-shirt before answering the door.
“Add it to the list of things to do today. Stop and buy cereal and milk so someone—” Remy opened th
