Now he told Remy, “If we don’t open the fridge, everything should be okay in there for eight hours or so. It’s cold outside anyway, and without heat in here, nothing should melt or spoil just yet.”
“Damn fine vacation this is turning out to be,” Remy groused.
Lane ignored him, focusing on what needed to be done. “We’ll build up the fire and move the coffee table out of the way. Spread our blankets and pillows out here and sleep.”
“What about Braden?” Remy asked.
Lane wanted to suggest they bring the boy out to the main room with them, but if Braden should wake up, he might get scared. Letting him sleep in his bedroom might be best. “He should be okay,” Lane said. “Don’t you think?”
Remy nodded. “Oh, he’s out like a light. Like all the lights. I’m talking about tomorrow when he wakes up and the Christmas tree won’t come on, and he can’t open the fridge to get something to drink. That’s going to be fun.”