“Why is the freezer door open?” James asked.
I laughed as we entered the kitchen. “How should I know? I wasn’t here either.”
He frowned and closed it. There were small little brown dots on the kitchen floor too. He bent down for a closer look. “Chocolate? Maybe?” He raised his left eyebrow at me.
I laughed and looked toward the stairs where the chocolaty trail led. “Nothing to put a child to sleep like chocolate ice cream. I was worried that Scar liked Melissa more than me. And no wonder…she feeds her ice cream as a late night snack. How can I possibly compete with that?”
“Scarlett loves you, baby. How about we go let her know that you’re home. She’s probably still awake if she just ate ice cream anyway.”
“True.” I gripped James’ hand tightly as we walked up the stairs together. I had
