“Scene Three!” Gerry had that edge to his voice that came with the end of a too-long day. At the base of one of the much-battered trees, Jack and Grady were tied against the trunk with yards of red satin ribbon. And nothing else. A couple of strategically placed bows hid their privates, but from the look in their eyes, that wasn’t going to last for long.
“Here we see his elves, delivering presents…” came the saccharin-sweet voice in the background.
“Gonna throttle that girl,” snapped Quinn. “With her own damned tinsel.”
Jack was startled—the voice had come from way above his head. Looking up, he saw Quinn sitting on a makeshift platform at the top of the tree. It had been hastily decorated as a Christmas tree, with baubles and tinsel and some rather tired-looking lights. The props depar
