“Merry Christmas,” he said.
I echoed the words as we touched glasses, then added, “I have the estimates from Marcelle and Tori. I figured you’d probably want to get that over with first so we can relax.”
“Definitely,” Allan replied. He allowed himself another swallow of chardonnay, then set down his glass. I did the same, freeing up my hands so I could reach in the tote and pull out the manila envelope and hand it over to him. He removed the paperwork in question and began to scan its contents.
Since he didn’t speak right away, I wondered if he was taken aback by the amounts in question. He’d acted as if money was no object, but maybe I’d misread him. “If it’s coming in a little high, there are probably a few places where we can trim things,” I suggested, and he immediately shook his he
