18
On Christmas Eve, Lyle placed his last Skype call of the year to Amira. She planned to take the rest of the year off, and for once in his life, so did he.
“So I guess you’re staying right where you are for Christmas. Any close encounters under the mistletoe?” Amira was practically bouncing with glee back in the Guero Enterprises branch office in New York. Behind her, he could see tinsel draping her office door and a Happy Diwali banner left from November.
“Looks like you’re celebrating Christmas Eve in style.”
“Hindu-style.” She smiled. “Lucky for you, as a Hindu, I am willing to entertain a Christmas Eve Skype call. What would you do without me?”
“Don’t make me contemplate that, please. Let’s go through our checklist. I have an eggnog fiesta that I’m already late to.”
“Eggnog?” S
