" Preacher went upstairs to put Christopher to bed. Christopher was running around the room bare-assed, dodging his jammies; the kid loved being naked. Preacher grabbed him up, swung him around as he giggled and stood him on the bed. “Enough,” he said. “You’re going to bed.” “Read to me,” Christopher said, bouncing. “Your mommy is going to read tonight. Ten minutes. And then lights-out.” Preacher got him in the pajamas and gave Paige a little slap on the rump. “I’ll see you downstairs in ten.” “Okay,” she said, a little surprised by his apparent playful mood. Preacher, "
― Robyn Carr , Shelter Mountain (Virgin River, #2)