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Jagger opened his mouth, and Maura warned him.

“Don’t, Captain.”

He laughed.

Since no one was arguing, she focused on Greyson for the time being.

“Thank you for coming, and I owe you one. If you need me, Grey, call. I’ll see you on your return visit.”

The man nodded.

Only, before she could shut MATE down, someone had their hand up.

“Uh, Mom?” Heath asked, hating to interrupt.

She lifted her brow.

“Yes, Heath?” she asked.

“There’s that little thing called payment. I do believe you owe me something?” he said, knowing she’d understand what he was talking about.

She smiled.

“In three, two…”

The doorbell rang, and everyone jumped.

Well, everyone but her.

Apparently, her present had arrived.

“That’s for you, Heath. I love you, big guy. See you when this mess is cleared up, and for my son’s wedding. You’re all expected to be there at the White House in appropriate attire.”

And with that, she winked, and was gone.

Heath went running toward the door, and whipped it open.

The whole time, Zayn stared at him like the man was insane.

“Jinx, he’s not that bright,” he said. “He’s going to open a door in NOLA without knowing who is there? He has no sense of preservation.

She snorted.

“He knows what she left for him. That supersedes any kind of logic.”

When he came back into the room, there was a whole basket filled with tins, boxes, things with bows, and then wrapped in cellophane like a giant gift basket.

It was huge.

“Uh, what’s that?” Dakota asked, confused.

Greyson sighed and explained as his son went basket spelunking to see what was inside the present.

“It’s going to be cookies. The man could have anything he wants from the Deputy Director of the FBI, and all he ever asks for is cookies.”

Dimitri shrugged.

“I get guns. Cases upon cases of guns. Let’s not knock people’s choices.”

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