The rest of the day was a series of near misses: Caleb pulled Megan into the bathroom, only to forget to lock the door and for James to open the door and catch them. That time, no clothes had come off, and for that, Megan had said a fervent prayer of thanks.
After dinner, she pounced on Caleb when he went out to get some firewood. He sat her on top of the woodpile—only for it to go tumbling to the ground, Megan with it.
“Maybe we should just wait until it’s time to go to bed,” said Caleb with a laugh as he helped brush the dirt off of Megan. “Like normal people.”
“Tonight we’re wrapping presents after the kids go to bed, and then Jubilee is going to make her spiked eggnog.”
“Then we’ll just not drink it, like we usually do.”
She chewed on her lip. “We could sneak out early.”
“That’s
