Chapter 86

“Well, have a merry Christmas, Mark, and wish Quinton the same.”

“And Portia too?”

“Of course.”

I laughed. “I will. Merry Christmas, Trevor, to you and Ms. DiBlasi and Rayne.”

He chuckled, and I could picture him shaking his head. Maybe not everyone in the WBIS realized Grey Rayne was his daughter, but most knew they had to be related in some way.

We hung up, and I retrieved my overcoat, draped it over my arm, gathered up the gifts for the kids, and headed down to the cafeteria.

Ms. DiBlasi was overseeing the setup. She pointed me toward a table that was laden with brightly-wrapped presents, and I got out of there before she could lasso me into arranging tables or hanging decorations—Quinn had had me doing enough of that at home as it was.

I jogged out to the parking lot, got in the Dodge, and headed to the airport.

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