Chapter 24

“Okay. I’ll come up with a flight plan and have it ready for when you get there.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

“Yes, sir.”

I disconnected the call just as Portia hung up.

“Jefferson and Ludo should be here for brunch.”

“Good. I was thinking we’d use a limo to take us to Fairfax.”

“Why not a van?” Quinn asked.

“Do I look like a soccer mom to you?”

He smiled, but there was something… off about it. Well, yeah. The woman who’d cared for him from the time he’d been born was gone. Of course he wouldn’t be in a lighthearted mood.

“I have one more call to make. Why don’t you and Portia finish your dessert? Theo’s baklava is too good to let go to waste. Then we’ll go home, pack, and get some rest before we pick up Tony and Bryan and return here.”

For some reason, Portia was smiling at me. I raised an eyebrow, and her smile broadened.

“I like you and Quinton sharing a home.”

“So do I, Mother. DB sends his condolences.”