Chapter 230

The Blackfoot family had settled into a routine since their vacation in late August, but October had come roaring in like a lion and thrown them completely off track.

Meredith sighed, she was tired. So very tired.

"Is she down for the count?" Tyler asked as he walked into the living room, towel-drying his long hair.

"God, I hope so." She smiled ruefully.

Adalynn was always a force to be reckoned with. Even sick with the stomach flu, she'd managed to run them ragged. "I kinda do too," he whispered. "I don't want her to puke in my hair ever again."

She giggled, holding her arms out for him. "She didn't mean to do it."

"I know." He collapsed on the couch next to her. "But if I ever have to deal with getting that out of this hair again—it will be too soon—and I might be forced to cut it."

Meredith shot him a look. "The hell you will. I love your hair." She ran her fingers through it, getting the tangles out as she did. "It's one of the main reasons you get lucky," she flirte