Chapter 86

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“Yes,” he nuzzled the side of my neck now, “we’ll do it Christmas Eve and again Christmas morning, have breakfast, open the gifts we got for each other….”

And that big box that was covered in the most outlandish—No, okay, it was nice paper, and whoever had wrapped it had done a good job. I didn’t shake it. That would be beneath me. But what the fuck was in there?

“I’ll need to stop at my condo first to get everything.” I did some rapid calculations. The dessert I had ordered from Rosie’s Bakery in Cambridge had been delivered with time to spare and was sitting in my fridge. The present I’d commissioned for Portia Mann was wrapped and ready to go, as was the gift I’d picked out for Novotny. I had no doubt Quinn would have warned him he’d be getting something from me, and I just bet it burned his butt he’d have to reciprocate. I also found something for Jefferson Sebring and Ludovic Rivenhall.