Chapter Twenty-Six
ALANNA SAT ON the couch, sleep still tugging at her eyelids so badly that even coffee wasn’t working on her. She didn’t realize that little kids hopped up on Santa woke up so early on Christmas morning. It felt as if they had just crawled into bed when Darlene screamed throughout the house that Santa had arrived. The little girl wouldn’t stop shouting until everyone was awake—or as awake as they could be—and sitting in the living room. Of course, Josh picked up her battle cry the moment he heard it, shouting for Alanna to wake up, as well.
She wanted to kill him.
At least he made her coffee. She’d kill him later.
“Sorry about this,” Larissa said as she moved over to sit closer to Clint, an apologetic expression twisting her features. “I guess I should have warned you
