“I have to admit you’ve got me interested.”
I thought he might be. “If you’re free, Ms. Dashwood has said she’ll meet us outside the gates of Aspen Reach in three-quarters of an hour. Gregor is here as well, and he can drive us if you’d like.”
“I’d rather drive, if you don’t mind, Mrs. Mann. Uh…does he have to come with us?”
“Not at all.” I swallowed another laugh. He and Gregor still didn’t get along. “But he’s my ride home.”
“I can drive you to Great Falls.”
“Mark, it’s Friday. You have dinner with Quinton on Friday.” I’d learned this when Jack Abberley had arrived in the States a few months ago for a visit, and my son hadn’t been able to dine with us.
“I’m meeting Mark at Raphael’s, Mother,” Quinton had told me. “It’s…a standing engagement when I’m home.”
Last Christmas, DB had given him a gift certificate to the upscale Italian restaurant in the Capitol. Quinton must have thought very highly of it, because as it turned out, Raphael’s was their place