5:30 A.M., December 23
Twenty-seven and a half hours to eternity
Race raised his glass and clanged it softly against Liam’s. “You were right. This was a wonderful meal.” He moved so his glass was now toasting the third chair at the table, where Liam’s rolling suitcase, joined now by a garment bag, sat. “I’m glad you came along as well,” he joked.
Liam rewarded him with another soft laugh. “We’re not supposed to socialize in our uniforms. I learned a long time ago to put the garment bag inside my suitcase and be prepared for quick changes. Besides, it’s not the most comfortable thing to walk around in. So, when you’re not hanging around airport coffee shops at the ass crack of dawn, what do you do?”
“Nothing as exciting as flying around the world. I’m a festival planner—mostly agricultu
