“Not gonna tell you, Mann. Now let’s get hopping. I’m starved.”
“All right, Mark.” He laughed, locked the door, and set the house alarm. No neighborhood was ever that safe. “Did you get a print for Mother? I know she’s mentioned how much she likes Georgia O’Keeffe’s work.”
“No, it’s just something I had commissioned for her.”
“Oh?” He raised his eyebrow.
“Forget about it. I’m not going to tell you what that is, either.”
“Spoilsport. All right, Mark, I won’t tease you. Let’s put these under the tree, and then we’ll have dinner.”
I was relieved he let it go. I’d never been one for giving gifts to someone I…cared about, and the closer it got to Christmas, the tenser I got about his reaction to what I was giving him. Especially with that big box from Cooper. And his “ladies.”
I sniffed
