It was too late by the time we got back to Jerome to think of continuing to Flagstaff and picking up the twins — they were probably already in bed, or would be soon.
“Besides,” Connor pointed out as he parked the SUV by Bordello’s, where we’d decided to grab a late dinner. “I’m starting to think it might be better if we just leave Emily and Ian with Lucas and Margot.”
“Forever?” I asked, my mouth quirking despite the seriousness of the situation. To tell the truth, there had been a few times during the twins’ toddler stage when I would have happily dumped the kids on Margot and Lucas until they reached the age of reason…say, when they were old enough to vote. We were mostly past the tantrums by now, and every day I was surprised and moved by the changes I saw in my children, their rapidl
