Maggie smiled. “I would say it can’t be that bad, but after hearing about what happened in the kitchen this morning, you’ll probably be cleaning up after them all night.”
“So it’ll be just like work then? Night, Maggie.”
“Night, Boss.”
Lucas paused outside the door, listening for any sounds of destruction. The house was eerily silent. He unlocked the door and braced himself for thirty pounds of excitement hurling toward him on chubby legs, but the silence persisted. Frowning, Lucas slipped into the hallway, carefully avoiding the toys and shoes—why were all the shoes out of the closet—and hung up his jacket. He heard the blurred voices from the television, but no other sound.