No doubt for a nice tip. I didn’t say anything, though. This was the season of good will toward men.
“Who’s it from?”
“The tag says DB—”
“Huh.” Suck up.
—”and ladies.”
Okay. But he was still a suck up.
“Shall we get the tree up?” Quinn was busy looking around the room. “I think there?”
“Sure thing.” I was glad he hadn’t noticed the sneer I’d sent in the direction of the box. I didn’t want him to think I was petty. I sent a final sneer toward the corner where the box was and turned my attention back to Quinn.
“I think we’re going to need a ladder,” he said.
“I think you’re right.”
Another fortunate thing was the six-foot ladder in his garage. I brought it in while he sorted through his decorations and laid out what seemed like miles of lights.
We paused in the middle of decoratin
