Harper and Wyatt were waiting at the front door by the time Del and Justin reached them, Justin tugging his hand out of Del’s to get the keys. The porch light wasn’t on—it had been busted for as long as Justin could remember—but the moonlight was bright enough that he didn’t need it to get the key in the lock. And then Harper was shoving through the door first and turning the hallway light on anyway.
It flickered garishly for a moment before it filled the hallway with light.
“Go brush your teeth!” Justin called at Harper as she veered toward the living room. She huffed and headed for the bathroom with Wyatt at her heels.
“You want me to get Scarlett ready for bed?” Del asked.
“Yeah, that’d be great,” Justin said. He leaned in and kissed Scarlett’s forehead. “Goodnight, Scarlett.”
She squealed.